Sunday, May 7, 2017

9492. PUT THE CHANGE IN THE APPLESAUCE

PUT THE CHANGE 
IN THE APPLESAUCE
(memorial day)
And  -  oh please  -  add the bills to the
collection tray. This is tricky treat day,
remember. There are four soldiers at
the window, just back from some war 
or another. They were snipers, last, in
Sudetenand, and now, back home, they
need a job. So, so, they come here? I
have questions for them : why are there
so many wars, why do their type keep
volunteering, how many wounded equal
one dead, what's the ratio for that?
-
Down in New Egypt, Chesterfield, NJ,
whatever it is, there's a military cemetery
that runs for miles. Major Doyle something
or other. The place is filled with bones of
the returning dead : war after war after war.
No stone left unturned, as it were, but nothing
here but flat plaques, flush with the ground,
bragging. Every bit of service has its pride.
-
No 'gravestones' are allowed; just this flat 
stuff; where all these preening types can 
still proclaim they are equal, like the false 
Liberty they claim to have fought for. Equal 
this, equalizer bunny. The guns are in the 
cabinet, the tanks are on the lawn.

No comments: