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Found some trash in a
roadside ditch: tattered flag
that flew off someone's car, a camel cigarette
box,
and yellow, red, & clear bits of busted
taillight cover.
Seemed fitting to put the shattered plastic in the box
and wrap it in the jingoistic
gesture reduced to litter,
this day when the first flag-draped coffin came
back
from Afghanistan. An old soldier once told me,
"There's cannon fodder and there's cannon fodder."
The promotional coupon on the outside of the pack
said it all: a desert scene, the word CASH so strong. |
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