dead to right
all I wanted to do was play baseball
but world wars got in the way
throwing fastballs & sliders
big fat curveballs exploding in the sky
the airwaves were full of danger
yankees overtaking bases
bearded men in kneehigh red socks
slaughtering the entire field
of course it’s justified by orthodoxy
IEDs & suicide squeezes
inside foxholes older men in uniforms
chew tobacco & flash signs
though they’re waving me in
instincts tell me I must be dead to right
may two thousand twenty-one
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Impactful.
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