He has sunlight carved into the grooves of his face
from days when it seared his skin into submission.
I, too, have tilled the Earth of this land,
but I have yet to see the remains of this country
rubbed into my skin so raw my soul darkened a little.
He has seen the underbelly; the squirming decay
lingering at the endpoints of this great nation
festering like a paranoid subconscious.
It seems that in today's world,
infidelity has become the new patriotism.
I have never personally felt the sting of betrayal,
having grown up next to camaraderie that held my hand
throughout my awkward adolescence, but he opened
my world to the truth of the new American.
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