A New Green Beret

hemp toast, boy,
& chain-link firecrackers
maketh man

no, not the talk
− nor the other one
about gunshots & glove compartments.

I found man as
               vultures did 
for fire & from firefights
             & in the thick of something
               almost new.

man was that rush of
                               at what he did & 
for what he loved & then
                     man was love
                     & sacrifice
was barbie camaraderie &
          VA promises
                     to a man, it was
that collective, fraternité,
                     mine inherited from the man
whose brotherhood died, to a man, &
                     to a man, field rations & too many shells became
hemp toast & firecrackers & boy
made man                     from chains