I’m young enough

The name Viet-Nam--

Apologizes right away.

Through deferent air

(Post) Modern History’s

First Goths’ (remote)

Acid guts assimilate our

Knife and hand,

Staring us down

Chillily.

Accept Jimmy Carter

A contrite platoon leader

Slash carpenter for some

Old-Viet-Nam-foe-

Shoulder to cry on.

(Resuscitated tan-brown mop sponge)

And newsworthy ignominy.

Are they hurt?

They never were.

We deaded only civs +

Friendlies.

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