Our Legacy
By Jimmy Pappas
We raped
all of Saigon's
best women.
Sure they were prostitutes
when we met them,
but we prolonged the agony.
Tied the straps a little tighter,
twisted the arms a little harder,
pressed the knife deeper to the throat.
One day in a crowded barroom
while my hooker sipped
Saigon tea at five dollars a shot,
a man with no legs
rolled in on a platform
selling shoeshines for a quarter.
And Silence filled the room
and Silence filled the room
and Silence filled the room
with shame shame shame.