His jumpseat letter

burn me on a bier of wood 
from my father’s shotgun shack
from the bones of his broken back
sleep one night at the portal
follow every switchback
inhale as you can
drink every weep
find the table rock
lay me thereon 

turn around
let the winds that will
 for the where they already 

take jack my dog
feed him when you can

nazareth helm
cpt, usn

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