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Written Feb. 15, 1971
The bullet rivets an eyeball and the eyes stay blind, Tt don't they, Dick? Hands and eyeballs still fly off in all directions forever from the unmercy of Viet Nam. While interpreter Suan Hue translated the long Viet Nam secrets, he led us like a good father holds his wildest sons Tt with good stories - the hand-blood gurgles now, but his fingers keep twitching to touch something, anything, nothing and that one severed hand Tt dies in the elephant grass at the front door to America's conscience. What does it mean?
We could suffer for your eyes too, Dick. But would you trade Tt them for dead eyes in a second? You ask us over here to do it for you over there Tt for nothing. What does it mean?
We'll end the war with honor, you say, Dick? Dying while we stand in line is just like dying for Tt no reason at all. How much longer? Every life's worth more than the death Tt of the second it takes to die! What does it mean?
We have nothing new to tell you, Dick? What new way is there to save lives but stop the killing? A soldier dies in the puddle as I write this line, Tt a hiding child convulses as you read it. The Killing is our wound-up clock!! tick tock Tt tick tock, trickling away blood, beautiful arms, my drunk buddies Tt and beautiful slant eyes. What does it mean? Stop and give you time, Dick? If bullets catch up with that time we give, we've murdered Tt lives that die in the time. We can't let go of the bullets until they fall short!
Go after death-seekers and men who blow out eyes by being slow! On this wet hot rainy afternoon, slant eyes melt Tt on elephant grass and a wrinkled man scratches his back up and down on Tt a shrivelled hut - he doesn't have any arms left. What does it mean? I'm afraid to know.
John Stulett died April 12, 1971
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