Brotherhood (Pvt Kennedy)
Reaching for his freedom
with that new car smell
My brother and I
left Army ways behind
watched them salute us off
in the rear view mirror
dissappear in the distance
like memories
aged like fallen grapes
into concrete wine
Back then...
I rode shotgun
down Rancier Ave
adjusting the music
to concur our demons
That was the last time
I saw him
flaunting that thing around
like it was magic
slowing up
walking prom queens
just so they would notice
I wanted to be like him
my brother
forged from soldier plight
simply because he knew
how to rock
his freedom
his metal of honor
that magic mobile
turned two
without light
into kings
I patched up holes in my car
w duck tape
vacuumed it out spotless
and tripled washed the engine
as if it mattered
as if
a car
could bring
integrity
personal courage
values
A car can't kill friendship
I thought
can't take away instinct
or the bond of two soldiers
chasing after righteous notions
My rusty car threw bolts toward the ground
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poem by O.S. Brooks
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