Jefferson Carter The 2River View, 9.3 (Spring 2005)
November 2004

Let’s climb that
mountain outside of town,
spatter black paint
on the concrete eagle
the town fathers
I know, but better than
rolling down the window
& howling at the drivers
who’ve stuck yellow ribbons
on their tailgates.
Compared to what? My friend
burning his draft card,
getting teeth extracted
without novocaine
to toughen himself up
for prison. The Buddhist monk
setting himself on fire.

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