a man without a bomb
john sweet
here i am at twenty-nine still waiting for my own viet nam
still waiting for a naked teenage girl who can explain the politics of butchered orphans
and of course
the president's guilty
and maybe the trains
run on time
for once
and the bleeding horse
is caught
on north street
beaten to his knees then burned like a buddhist monk
and what we do we do in the name of freedom
there's no other way to explain it
a hand
without a knife
is an admission of
defeat
a man
without a bomb is a grave waiting to be dug
a reason to hate is
a beautiful thing
