I Found Blood on My Battle Dress


Zamboni #36.3

I Found Blood On My Battle Dress

Combat boots

feel loose on my ankles,

who’ll feel, but me.

“We The People”

Are not. my. people.

A citizen’s arrest for

your love

a stabbing for the

patch on my shoulder,

To have to

reap for thread

when I was taught

by the only maker of me

to sew

I won’t

be hit, bulldozed,

clotheslined

but if

I swing high,

people seeing

the stars on my socks

the stripes on my shoes

is the least

of

my

worries.