Henry’s Jimi Hendrix Elegy For A Dead Soldier
Killed By The Ever Popular RoadSide Bomb, Yeah!
Who’s arms are those exiting the Humvee,
who’s leg is bloody
and severed at the knee,
who’s guts are those unwinding,
who’s head is flying
through the air,
who’s smile suddenly kisses dust,
who’s heart beats violently
to the rhythm of a body that has flown,
who’s life has been snuffed out?
It takes a minute for me to realize I’m dead,
excuse me while I kiss the sky.
After seven days the Verizon tech
finally made it out to Papalote Mt.
to reconnect me to the Internets,
it seems a Yellowjacket wasp nest
had disabled my blog.