Our Cousin Held Hostage Poem by Stan Petrovich

He made it through the Civil War;
he can make it through anything, coming back
from rampant hellfire and target practice
and so we should honor him
but humans
honor only invisible spirits
dead things well past their glory;
murky books without application in today's world.

Take your christmas tree & worship that:
they has given you too much to enumerate here;
fire, medicine, fruit & spear...
c'mon hold your the hostage dear.