Overseas

 

Once I got sent overseas it wasn’t so bad.

I had a room to myself.  My roommate had

a shack-job, off-base.  This was Okinawa.

We had houseboys for the shit-details.

When I read Chalmers Johnson’s Blowback,

he asked why do we need 748 military bases.

Whatever it was.  He mentioned Okinawa.

I didn’t think of it, at the time, that I was

an outpost of empire.  A coaling station.

Our little brown brothers the Filipinos.

 


 

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