FRUIT SALAD On my greens and blues, Gathering dust in closets, Are bits of cloth and metal, Bright, bold designs, fading, This for that, that for this, Years twenty-four, branches two, Private, Sergeant, Warrant, to Major, Picking up cigarette butts aplenty, A world traveled, injuries and wounds, Comrades dead, comrades alive, What were we fighting for, Was Nixon that different from Bush, Beat the communists, terrorists linger, Hatred and death, smeared by blood, Pretty things, small things,... Sign in to see full entry.