I WAS STILL A NOUN

I was still a noun

at least:

8

years

thing

for killing,

my owner you,

civilian.

Wherever

you aimed me,

I prepared to go.

Now I belong

to no one

but

the air

and the earth

near the sea, where

I am discharged

honorably.

At

least,

that’s what

the paper from

Kentucky

told

me.