Donnie's Place
Most roads
in the south
are lazy curves that tie into
crossroads
and old dreams
asleep within hot days.
Dirt turns to dust
and dust
just drifts away.
Far...far...away!
Donnie killed himself
with a shotgun
soon
after he wrote a note
to me.
The Sheriff called
well past midnight
and I found the sunrise as I was driving
toward his words
...beside a bloody table
and a dead man’s mess upon the floor.
...and then
the Sheriff rode his mouth off limits
way off limits
about the Vets of Vietnam
and I popped his head
and almost went to jail.
Got beat upon
by three
skinny...halfass
dreamin'...screamin'
...sworn Deputies of the new South
...just
beatin’ on the real South
hopin' she won't ever
ever
rise
again.
It used to be that a man could live
...and a man could die
in the manner
that he chose.
Caliber
Buck Sgt 5
RVN
Nov 65- Nov 66
US Army
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