HAIRCUT

We heard two bursts

from an M-16:

One long, one short.

He must of stood

blocking the office door,

a Wolfhound

of the killer battalion

just in from the field,

the barrel of his weapon

in the other man’s face:

I done like you said, First Sergeant,

the beard too, the moustache too.

Now look and tell me

I ain’t no fightin’ man.
 
 
 
 
 
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