Six Kinds of Tough Shit

The given has taken
another warrior, another kid really, 
doofus fuck from 3rd platoon,
whose only job was breathing 

but isn’t now except in gasping 
gurgles from a neck wound then
moaning too much morphine and 
strapped to a jungle penetrator
dangles from that chopper 

lift his ass out
when the cable snaps 
drops him forty fuckin’ feet  


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