the trouser crease can cut some skin
rallied by the hometown pride
they say he cleans up nice
"Welcome home war hero"
say the parade and banner
in his honor
squeeze a smile for the front page
there's a dance behind his eyes
where truth hits the floor
Where lies spin in circles
like the wind on his armless sleeve
Stop-gap measures have broke the gauge
he's lost count of the unliving
Will someone repair his rage?
"Welcome home war hero"
say the parade and banner
in his honor
squeeze a smile for the front page
it's many moons now
since the parade
Benefits are still
not here yet
Jobs he got don't pay the debt
he only wished for
a few modest things
none of them fulfilled except
that one about a body bag
now the weapon's been seized
flag's been folded
embalming fluid restores the look
wounds unseen are still undressing
Farewell tour of duty
the gun salute was rich irony
Comments