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
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.
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