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A Poem by RobertRonnow


Author: RobertRonnow
Created: November 12, 2015 at 09:02 am
Upload Type: Poem, E (Explicit Language)  
Category: Free Verse | Writing | General/Other
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Marines call  

Marines call to say hello,
impress. I'm over 35 but my boys
19. They could go: Hide!

One moment spent tying a shoe,
another dying, gunshot wound or poisoned food.
Events in their mere chronology
                                                           make no sense.
And the details of yr dad's life don't either.
                                                                               Late night
quiet cigarette smoker. But next day,
the butts cleaned into the can. Who does that?
Lady in a skirt or overalls rolled up--cigarette smoke.
Now it's yr dad.
                              Yr dad who
                                                   watches for war.

Even if Uncle Sam disbands, dissolves
we the people will still be here and stay involved
with North America. The purple mountains majesty
                           and shining seas
little people, big people, brown, red, and white. Addicted
                           to action movies.
Perhaps there is no choice. One must sit, sitting still
                           as a buddha, sitting bull.
I can imagine myself and all others--drivers, voters, runners--
                           little fetal muscles
at first. Metastasizing. What's it called when the cell
                           at the tip of the organ
or organism, divides, and the organ grows? It's called
                           girl on a bicycle.

I find I make no sense. Her cunt, a practicality to her, is
                           delicious to me
a miraculous sea lettuce or snapdragon. You've heard it before.
                           A moral dilemma
wrapped in robes and silks and odors. Yet, come close,
                           and business beckons
work gets done, life goes on, hair grows in, we go on
                           vacation
the Marine Corps calls, desperate for new fetuses to teach
                           purposeful workmanlike killing
I'll do my own killing, thanks, when violence comes to the neighborhood
                           if I've got your back
your back's gotten and if I'm on point, the point's taken.

One world under God invisible with liberty and justice for all who
                           Art in heaven
what the hell's his name.
                                              Nemesis.
                                                               Hysterical.
The small war of an especially inept empire. The world's too big
to swallow as the Krauts and Nips found out. Empire
is self-correcting. Them dark-skinned mustachioed shitheads
who can't fix their own electricity seem to be kicking our asses
pert good. As did the gooks before them. All to the good. A
good lesson to know and then we all become friends following
the brawl. We apparently cannot skip the fight. It must
be fought, and fuck the girls.


© RobertRonnow - all rights reserved

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michaelgallatin
November 12, 2015
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Not the easiest poem...
here that I have read in that at times the wording feels like it skips around and is a bit unconnected. Somehow you manage to tie together Marines, North America, cunts, killing, a girl on a bicycle, gooks, war, etc. I believe though that having read this and looking at it in its entirety that I get the point. Sadly we as humans are often not too smart and will fight for many (almost any) reasons. And we never seem to learn in our hubris how vain and foolish this is. And empires such as the US are often very arrogant. One of my sons is a former Marine who enlisted while still in highschool and headed off to boot camp just after he turned 18. Justin fought in Afghanistan and Iraq and helped people in Africa build a bridge and a hospital as well as assisted those in a flood and a forest fire here in the US. So, both sides of the coin! As a father and Viet Nam era person I had very mixed feelings about the "war" in Iraq. I generally opposed it for the obvious reasons that I felt it was much about oil and that we should have been pursuing Bin Laden. Yet given what Hussein and his sons were doing to their people I was very proud when Justin entered Baghdad on the day they pulled down Saddam's statue and was greeted with cheers and slaps on his back. I oppose war but sadly at times it is needed due to the very nature of humanity. Without the Revolution there would be no US in North America. And without my father (a Jew) and others fighting Hitler I could be writing this in German. And that is only two examples of when a war might be sad but also necessary. This is a fine anti-war poem, I've written many. But I've also written many "pro-soldier" pieces as well. Damn the wars my friend but don't damn the poor soldiers caught up in them unless they are evil beasts who enjoy killing, many aren't! And pray for all of us if you are religious, we need it!

Namaste,
Mike
applaud


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