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.