Chicano Poet

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Lines Stolen From Notorious B.I.G. For A Returning Vet

You’re nobody till somebody kills you,
insurgents, resurgent, detergents,
your fatigues look fatigued,

the desert planet of the first Star Wars,
the desert planet of Iraq,
the roads like razor blades against your throat.

You come back to America in aluminum,
you come back like a hero, zero, cero,
you’re nobody till somebody kills you.