In another war they would have drug him

into the jungle and shot him for desertion


Instead, he caught the lie and farce

just off the plane at Ton Son Nhut

from the mama-san in the latrine who

spat beetle nut juice in his face


“Hey, I don’t need this shit,”

he said right off, and hopped

a chopper from one base camp to another

until his orders back to The World were cut


We cheered that he never get caught, hoped

he’d join Vietnam Veterans Against The War

and march in our place


Unlike Clinton, Cheney and Newt

he ran out of deferments;

like them, he knew a loser

once he spotted one