I would be king of korea

I would be king

left with a dog and a bowl of kimchi cheese-sliced non-dairy
that camp of “two beers per day, soldier”
silver sandbags for the senator
trucks a-bristle
the mosquito nets
the G-P Medium
the chow hall the open air showers
the no-ice the hamstring a-hurt
that desire for cold
the sneeze, the eye
there on the zero, the patrol, the inspection the I-Vs, the
medics stoned upstairs
the darts with syringes
the Major’s interrogation before his drunk stairs, the broke leg
the officer’s club stairway to death
the “put on your fucking helmet, lieutenant”

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