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The Unknown Soldier

Posted to Action Poetry

Make a grave for the unknown soldier
Somewhere down below the stage
On America's left shoulder
You can feel the boiling rage,
the rushing surge of days gone by
without a word of praise for kids
(Television, children fed)
virginal life penetrated by firework warfare

Your poem was awesome, Danny. Not just because the subjects(though that helped), it was just plain fucking great! I wish I could say more, but sometimes my words come out in a giant surge, and sometimes it's like a dried up dam.