War Games

[Todd]

We are the genetic dispossessed,--would it be genetic or is more religious/philisophical
born not of man and woman, but of graft--like the sound of graft and gutter here
and gutter; we are blown upon your draft
and rooted in the mud. We manifest
in khaki dreams of dark, forbidden breast
and echo on your screens. You used to craft
a turban from a towel – oh, how you laughed--This sequence is well done. It reads naturally
and called us names. Would you have ever guessed
that when you’d grown, the names would be the same?
But not in jest -- in ridicule and shame.--Still reads well thoughout
Did you imagine children in the sand--This is favorite part a wonderful break on sand and then I love how you mix it up with castles made of bone. Very evocative
with castles made of bone, a rousing game 
of Blind Man’s Buff, or Little Lucy’s Lame?
It’s your turn at the dice: hold out your hand.

Now from reading this exchange below, 2 points:

1) There is a Poplar somewhere in Northern Montana that is allowing the wind to move it's branches to scrape words into a neighbor's trunk that is really pissed off right now. 

2) That Snowball ruins everything. Has Boxer been loaded into the wagon yet?