wrote a novel called
Maggot
about the horrors of
Parris Island
where they turn
Marine recruits into
killing machines
hearing the stories
on the news of
what American soldiers
do to Iraqi civilians
I’d say
mission accomplished
but the business
of the American people
is war
without war
we’d be just another
peaceful country
wasting away
the summer afternoons
drinking beer and
smoking pot in
the glorious setting sun.
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For reasons only a few acquaintances and friends of Ross will understand, one is tempted to say "gonna pass." But this poem is a quieter Ross and not raging dross. I like its greater measure of control from the first word to the last. Peace be with him
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