Woody Harrelson Poem by James McLain

Nature's own
leaving a trail of frail woman
up front, behind him.
What would the gay men see
besides that trap door at the
slope at the base the rocking foot of.
Texas spit him out
and America the you then sucked him up into.
Donning the robe he wrapped
around your beating heart you gave him.
Solid this human being he cares for he fights them.
Live on the screen acting you out in school,
not one minute of each
of each out of your reach innocent his face makes you glow