4.Exit Wounds
Spent the summer touring bible colleges
and playing football with future marines
Who would strangle their mothers with telephone wires
And make their fists fly at the first sign of green
Spent November trailing Scientologists
and ringing doorbells with small town police
Who would bury their brothers in hollowed-out tree trunks
And then grind their bones into shiny jewelry
When I came home, my table was set
When I saw you, I tried to forget
How long this life goes on for some like you
Spent my winter hearing radio silence
and reading letters from lonely naval plebes
Who would ship off to battle Kuwaiti fires
and send their stories to hometown dioceses
When I came home, my table was set
When I saw you, I tried to forget
How long this life goes on for some like you
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