“I want my pap’s shop,” he said.
“I want a wife,
I want Kids,
And then I’m done.
I want to be dead by thirty-five.”
“Well, then, in that case,” John said,
“Why not go home,
Get a gun,
Blow your brains out?
You’ve already embraced your own death.”
But he lived in a valley,
In rural Pennsylvania,
His universe was sheltered,
Limited in scope and size.
“We’ll invade and conquer them,
For greater good,
Freedom and democracy for all,”
“We’ll replace all the tyrants
Eventually they’ll be just like us.”
But we all live in the valley.
— Dan Sutton, 2008