of a wounded animal
red, white, and blue
blood, bone, and bruise
we hadn't spoken
since the stars & stripes
the beginning of time
since I made you and raised you
and gave you a name
twinless & sinless
gunpowder grey
no one can see this
nobodies business
the bunkers you're in
shrapnel is buried
under the skin
green gold desire
mortars light up
flowers of fire
under the sky
we chose to be smaller
you'd rather have pain
your smile, insane
your plane touches down
on American plain
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