Foxhole


(Thinking back.)

How
the cornfield swirls.

I hide,
breathheld there,
as a soldier kid.

Golden veins
of trodden paths
crawl like babies
through battle zones,

and all the world
is split

between

Japs/Americans,

cowboys/Indians,

parents/children.

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