the inner arrow …

thinkin’ ’bout the time when I was a kid, the old man said…head leaned back to a white wall with framed degrees displayed…

don’t know why I’m thinkin’ of it..

of what pop..

my initiation…ta’ manhood…

manhood…

yea, he grinned,back when that sorta’ thing was done…

took his glasses off…rubbed red eyes… loud cough…always that loud cough with a filthy handkerchief wiping away bile…snot and shit…

we were in this circle…all of us Scouts…no idea of anything…just sittin’ ’round the fire…

yea…

and one by one…three of us were tapped on the shoulder…no words…just a tap to let ya’ know you’d been chosen…

for what…

The Inner Arrow…

the inner arrow…

yep…The Inner Arrow…

so…

I stood there…given nothing but a canteen and some gear…led down to a boat in the dark of the night…only light was a yellow glowin’ moon the devil had put up there…way up high…God don’t make nothin’ like that…

go-on …

they made me row out to this lake…Texahoma…that was the name of it….big lake with islands…hundreds of islands…

voices were heard on the other side…the old man whispered while nurses chatted away…well-wishes given…dr’s. orders…

anyway, pop said, got put on this island for two nights and three days…just me…me and a thousand snakes…Rattlers…Moccasins…Copperheads…you name it …I killed it…

you survived…

became a man…boy…a man…

let me ask ya’…ya’ fight in a war…

did ROTC…

ever come face to face with death…where you could smell it…fucking taste it…know that every night…on any night…

what’re you sayin’ ….

what have you sacrificed…name one thing you’ve sacrificed…

I’m a member of The Inner Arrow …

and i’m a dumb mother-fucker who writes poems…never impressed me pop…never did…

Goddamn you…you don’t know what it means to be in The Inner Arrow…commitment…uh…commitment…

right…what would an artist know about that…

take me home boy…just take me home…

The doctor will see you soon, a blonde nurse said….opening the door…sticking a pretty face in the crack…

when I get you home….

shhhhh….tired pop…i’m tired…let’s get this over with…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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