in stars and stripes news from home the bastard's dead from way over here it seems odd the news from home, the headline is something about you you hate the bastard now he's dead, good for you news from home your home is gone, wiped away like a frown in a hurricane it's your personal nine eleven your neighbor asks you want to say how do you think I feel? your nonna asks she visits in a dream, being long gone after all you have to say ok I'm OK. you add your name to the board listing OK names your town is gone, wiped away like a scowl mopped up by a sudsy froth around the world another town is wiped away all the men taken out and shot boys too in a town around the world where your nonna did not live but has the memory in her blood she remembers a future war she comes in the night to find you grieving when that town went down, where were you? soaking in a frothy tub feet up, sipping grappa melancholy relaxed quick to forgive yourself gasses fume and steam in mucky streets gassed and rank and sad that's not how he died, though that's just some TV news those people could be your people but they are so much darker
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