poetry by (the)Doug

Friday, April 23, 2010

DD Form 214

I won't be
ordered anymore

to kill
any more brown people

anymore.

(no folding, ironing, forming,
gas-masking, pt-ing,

subjugating;

not by me–
but it will
go on
and on
until we've fucked
all the differences away)

so they say.

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