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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352620" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Feeling The Draft</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were young and it was an accomplishment<br>to have a body. No one said this. No one<br>said much beyond “throw me that sky” or<br>“can the lake sleep over?” The lake could not.<br>The lake was sent home and I ate too many<br>beets, went around with beet-blood tongue<br>worrying about my draft card-burning brother<br>going to war. Other brothers became holes<br>at first base at war, then a few holes<br>Harleying back from war in their always<br>it seemed green jackets with pockets galore<br>and flaps for I wondered bullets, I wondered<br>how to worship these giants. None of them<br>wanted to talk to me or anyone it seemed<br>but the river or certain un-helmeted curves<br>at high speed, I had my body<br>and flung it over branches and fences<br>toward my coming sullenness as the gravity<br>of girls’ hips began and my brother<br>marched off to march against the war.<br>I watched different masses of bodies on TV,<br>people saying no to the jungle with grenades<br>and people saying no to the grenades with signs<br>and my father saying no to all of them<br>with the grinding of his teeth he spoke with.<br>I’d pedal after the nos up and down a hill<br>like it was somehow a rosary, somehow my body<br>was a prayer I could chant by letting it loose<br>with others like me milling around<br>the everything below five feet tall<br>that was ours, the everything below<br>the adult line of sight that was ours<br>to hold as long as we could: a year,<br>a summer. Until the quarterback came back<br>without . . . well, without. When the next Adonis<br>stepped up to throw the bomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bob+Hicok">Bob Hicok</a><div class=q>
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said much beyond “throw me that sky” or
“can the lake sleep over?” The lake could not.
The lake was sent home and I ate too many
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