Saturday, May 17, 2014

David S. Pointer- A Poem

New Spit Shined Boots

The senior and two junior
drill instructors couldn’t quite
resolve the horror that a
sick bay commando like
Private Netts might ‘earn’
their sacred title ‘Marine’
then at night some phantom(s)
urinated in Nett’s military issue
boots, and the senior exploded
telling the guilty that a new pair
of size 8 boots would invisibly
appear atop Nett’s footlocker
within 24 hours or the whole
platoon would know a fate
approximating death until the
guilty were given over as
fugitives who wouldn’t have
any future in the Marine Corps
other than debris in lockup

No comments:

Post a Comment