John Vanderslice Plymouth Rock
tuwaitha on a moonless night
blacked out, except for the street fires
my first raid, made up like a shawnee brave,
I even had my head shaved
when we jumped off the deck
white bullets tore right through my neck
I lost the reason
I lost the reason I’m here…
grabbed my throat, heart pumped blood flow
until my clothes were crimson soaked
body was wet, collapsing down
I lay there as the guns blazed around
sew me up again
get me out of here
I lost the reason
I lost the reason I’m here…
