KICKED from the LITTLE MONTAGNARD GIRL'S HAND
that SUNNY DAY in
PLEIKU WOULD
FIT on the BACKWARD MIRROR--
MAYBE IT WOULD NOT HAVE EXPLODED if the
GEARS HAD SPUN the
OTHER WAY--
MY EAGLE SCOUT EAGLE WOULD
FIT on that MIRROR
UNTIL I LOST IT SURFING at the
LEPERSARIUM on the
SOUTH CHINA SEA--
MY "DEAR JIM" LETTER from LINDA
WAS EXACTLY the SIZE of the
WAR MIRROR--
I TRIED TO SIGNAL HER with IT but
SHE WAS 10,000 MILES AWAY and the
SUN WASN't OUT THAT DAY--
a FRESH MAGAZINE of AMMUNITION or a
GRUNT'S FIRST AID KIT WOULD EACH
FIT on the BACKWARD MIRROR--
BE INTERESTING to SHOOT SOMEONE with a
BAND AID
then PATCH THEM UP with a
BULLET--
I WONDER HOW MANY
ANGELS and DEMONS CAN DANCE on the
DEEP SILVER FACE of the
NAM/MAN MIRROR--
I PICTURE THEM with TINY COMBAT BOOTS
KICKIN ASS or SETTIN OFF
LITTLE LAND MINES to
DANCE on
BLOODY CONFETTI FEET--
EVENTUALLY that WAR MIRROR TURNED BACK to BLACK--
this NAM/MAN WENT HOME with
ALL of HIS BODY PARTS and a
DOGGIE BAG of
SCRAPS of
SANITY and SOUL--
I'VE SINCE LEARNED OTHER
USES for MIRRORS--
I DON'T GO TO WARS NO MATTER WHAT THEY'RE CALLED--
I GAVE the SEIKO to MY FRIEND TIM--
I NO LONGER CARE MUCH ABOUT TIME
NO MATTER WHICH WAY IT FLOWS--
BUT I STILL HAVE a BLACK PLASTIC GUN
JUST in CASE...
