Buffalo, An American Soldier

3 rows of medals

1 clean shaven officer

Black pigmentation

The gray gloom. No bloom.

Flipper, O’Davis, and Young

Haunts February.

Maybe, the fourteenth

allows Love to break the rage

She shows. A moment.

She shows me ropes and

hoses and dogs and tear gas.

Shit. February.

Double consciousness

Is the prize of the uniform.

It masks my steel soul.

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