Your fatal wounds
and soul's dis-membership
from your body
is not apparent...

As the parade passes
I remember you as you
looked on the finest day
of your life...

That is the image
etched in my memories,
like you are in the midst
of your finest day...

Politicians lead the parades
waving to the masses from
luxurious limos...

We elected them and they channel
our focus as if to say;

"I am what this day is all about".  

Our democratic institutions remain
strong thanks to sacrificial veterans...

What does my loved
one have to do with
that ugly toad?  

I hate that man.

Was it his vote
that condemned
my son
to an early grave?

Get away!

Don't steal the sunshine from my
son's face with your small shadow.

Tom Jones:
Green Grass of Home

jbm
Veterans Day
1987
NYC