fear grips
many people
at
death
but
not
sgt. brown
as
others
frantically call out
to
god
or
repeat
their
military mantra
he
quite casually
loads
his last round
of
ammo
thinking
afghanistan
was
a rather dreary
place
to die
but
since
he
had died before
this was merely
a repeat performance
his previous death
in
southern ohio
a much greener
environment
was
certainly
as
emotionally
and
socially
as
dreary
he recalled
being
one
of
the unseen
you know
you go into a store
and
no one
has time
to wait
on
you
as if
you’re dead
and
already
buried beneath
the
dung heap
of
societal racism
his
university degree
only brought him
further
jealousy
so
realizing he was
already dead
he
decided
he
might as well
go fight
for
for
that’s the part
he could never answer
but
it was
something
to do
and
the dead
have very little
to do
otherwise