A One Armed Man Returns
He returned,
The one armed man,
Sun-tanned and sanded
From furlough of the government that
Gave him a shave, a flag, a gun, and a line
To blind conscience,
And make him a soiled Spartan.
Now he has returned,
The one armed man,
To concrete streets, flowered sheets,
Lack of pleats, and handicapped seats.
Wandering, now, in a shopping mall
Renting trash films with a hand in a pocket,
Straining to find life.
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