Vetting America: The Street

Down the alley

Staring at the flames

A trash fire burns

In an old oil drum

Invisible s  swarm—

Keep’un warm.

Sweet home—


Land of the free.

Your purple hearts

Are pushing shopping carts

To the end of a hero’s start.

Warmed on a grate,

Sleeping on cold concrete,

Down so low

The once elite

Are soldiers ya know—

For God and Country.

Lost in plain sight

The invisible  fate–

Morning, noon and night.

Day, week, month and year,

The shelter rounds do make.

Or not.

Hear the silence of misery!

Look at it! Damn it.

Feet too long for the paper box.

A nightmare and glory,

This paradox.

Your hero’s welcome.

Crack,—-the rush

In grimy blight.

Or a hundred proof pint

To take the night.

Wraith soldiers never forget

At dawn’s early light

What so proudly we hail.

On cardboard skids:

“Will work for food.”

“God Bless,”

“Please help,”

In toothless grin

Reeking of rot gut gin.

In doorways, on piss soaked ground,

Under highway  passes

Under bridges

Hiding in tangled brush–

Found: The forgotten

Soldier ghosts of America.

Homeless and the brave,

In the land that they loved,

Do and die,

With blood in the lie.

God bless America.


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  1. francarbonaroattnet says:

    Heartbreaking. I wonder how many homeless female vets there are?

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