You never cared for that color                 “Hunter” green—it reminds you of camouflage caps
and clunky boots, complements to a mix of blood with dirt.  God save deerfur. Humanfur.

And yet

those hands that never held a gun never gripped a             vice attach to arms that only cross, a heart
that buh-bums for no one, a mouth that        spits      only       swears.