For Pat Tillman, in Memorium

Pat Tillman’s father is way out there

like a space rape kit, unexamined,

unlistened to under the microscope.

Some eras you want to be an insider

like Anderson Cooper interning at

the CIA especially when the world

turns ugly - subcontracting kill teams

military, and civilian alike around a

burning globe, and now talk turns

to American troops being ‘suicided’

for not wanting to safeguard Afghani

opium fields, for not wanting to

maintain radio silence on this very

profitable agricultural issue where

the CIA and others till the soil as if

they were rural farmers feeding the

people cordless, highly trained combat

personnel in the form of Israeli

Mossad snipers shooting American

service people to fuel outrage and

continued support for the war or

other open ended absurdities. Of

course, Pat Tillman’s father doesn’t

want any more terrible news such

as this, or to even think that his

former Arizona Cardinal son may

have been end-gamed intentionally.

It’s Veterans Day here, and possibly

open season on active duty personnel

over there. In a minute somebody is

going to catch a pass or run one in

for a touchdown. Over there it may

be the clipped-head hardship of war

made ever more unendurable by

extra foreign assassins taking the

field in the friendliest of fire hire yet

served up fast as free vet meals.