War

       ^{for Daniel Anderson}

Daniel has a stripper girlfriend he says he likes them tall & I overstand all of it the man’s been in combat he’s seen what can I tell you he knows the need for a transcendent blues relief honed by the Blues-People the Indian my brother-man now got indigenous blues my brother-man genocide survivor joined the army airborne paratrooper delta force fought wars most Americans never know are happening in anywhere-South America they wore the black fatigues & carried no American weapons Heckler-&-Koching with the proprietors the black market gun-runners of militias & drug dealers & everybody in the black-dressed-unit speaks Español in the bush wandering-wondering-what-hell-had-happened-before he arrived you can’t ask that crap in a Black-Ops-Unit where nobody wears any insignia there was the pressure that always right there a commandeering pressure a country & western Oklahoma pan-handled twang of pressure the poet a-bottle-of-cold-beer knife-fighter his badge a 3-inch left arm swatch blade-shaved above his outer-wrist the pressure always been within that black-dressed-unit Daniel says he hopes his shaman ol’ man continues building the heat to sweat him & cleanse him of the blood & help him heal.