Letter to Somalia
lee duke
I swaggered ashore
seasick and already dusty
a savior
on national tv
waved hello to mom at home
but now
Your eyes
I can't forget
your thin nose
cheekbones
dried breasts
child dying in your arms
I expected niggers
fast-talking
gun-toting
jive-assed
laugh-at-anything ghetto dwellers
living on handouts
Thought I might shoot a few
get a medal
drink some brew
bag a Kalisnikov souvenir
Back home
not a hero
can't sleep
must know your name
drawn by desolation
starving for you
