My Rebel Heart

Me twenty-three when Me flew off to Nam,

A mustard Braniff Jet, all Men, save Me,

And Stew'rdesses in Miniskirts, War's Balm,

Me went to set the wounded Warr'iors free.

***

"God's Waiting Room," the renal ward sign said,

Young Men gut-shot in Hue, Khe Sanh, Dong Nai,

You raged: You cursed Westmoreland, wished Him dead,

My time with you: We kissed, Me helped You die.

***

The Tet Offensive came, Me cut the cord,

As mortars lit the night, Me ran away,

Into an alleyway behind the ward,

Me kissed a dying Vi'et Cong Boy that day.

***

Me old, My kidneys fail, Me will die soon,

Me happily live here, 'neath Saigon's moon.







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