Uncle Sam Wants You
Starkey Flythe
War Poetry Contest 2010 (view all the winners)
Honorable Mention
naked, puts his digit up your stern,
jiggles your jigglies, says, Cough.
No matter what he finds, or doesn't,
you're going. He turns you into nobody
from somebody, from nobody
into everybody, feeds you what
once passed through you, bellows, "Kill!"
same time killing you. Does anybody think
giving teen age—they are—boys weapons—
"This is my rifle, this is my gun,
This is for killing, this is for fun,"—makes men?
A box of rubbers by the sign out sheet reminds.
Never ask a witness a question, lawyers say,
you don't know the answer. Don't go into a world,
third world, any world you don't know
how long, how much, how many
it'll take to make them love us. Jesus says,
chocolate candy, fill a brand new Mercedes
with Hershey's kisses, give each, every.
Cheaper than bombing, burying,occupying.
The After—oh, the After—remember
the Crusades? They do. Pentagon, five footed
sloth, stamp on them, grind them down,
make them weep, die, cry, "Uncle."
