Blessed be the Marked Man


   born beside the blue mountain still
laying in the back
  watching through cataract eyes
 listening on the phone in government offices
  he swears on a bible
 and fingers his blued service revolver
  it's stolen from the grandfather of a dead friend
whose testimony was ignored
roughshod runners of central nervous system
 the cracked code of behavior
 in starched shirts and biting dogs
we the people
 in foreign interest
bisecting the difference
 fingers dirty from the
need
 arching backs
stretching
 laughing at lunch
"Did you see the look on his face?! Haha!"