Thoughts on a Monsoon Morning (i)

from poet David Connolly of the brothers and the sisters of the VVAW

I hate every fucking one of you
who make dollars from our deaths.
I hate every fucking one of you
for my friends' dying breaths.

I hate every fucking one of you
banker or corporation head.
I hate every fucking one of you
for so many, so young and dead.

I hate every fucking one of you
with your pin-striped, dark blue suits.
I hate every fucking one of you
for all those empty boots.

This was the first of only 1 Viet Nam letter so far about Thoughts on Monsoon Morning by David Connolly. We have sent 3 letters on his poem One of My Best Friends, first on July 6, 2022, second on September 3, 2022, and third on May 8, 2023. One letter only has addressed the poem Why I Can’t, on August 3, 2022.

Viet Nam letters respects the property of others under paragraph 107 of United States Code Title 17. If we asked for permission it wouldn’t be criticism. We explain our fair use at length in the letter of September 12, 2022.

The colophon of these Viet Nam letters, directly above, shows the janitor speaking with poet David A. Willson on a Veterans Day.