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The Web Poetry Corner - J. M. Hallett - %C3%AF%C2%BF%C2%BDMad Dog%C3%AF%C2%BF%C2%BD Jones (As told by Cpl. Byrd Leggs)

%C3%AF%C2%BF%C2%BDMad Dog%C3%AF%C2%BF%C2%BD Jones (As told by Cpl. Byrd Leggs)

by

J. M. Hallett

It took Private Jones
about six months to make his necklace,
and he wore it with pride.
When it became time for him to muster out,
it had grown to nearly three feet long.
But when Captain Sputz
(we called him that behind his back
for he had a slight stutter)
told him he'd have to leave it behind,
he whimpered like a whipped child.
I think he pouted for a week over that.
And under his breath,
he threatened, several times, to frag ol’ Sputzie.
But listen, that fool, Mad Dog,
used to make those captured girls do unspeakable things.
And it's really strange what they would do -
just how far they would go.
I think they could see the evil,
or maybe feel it lurking, just behind his eyeballs.
Not one of them ever escaped him, though,
and few made it out of his grasp alive.
I think, deep down, he simply hated women.
He must have loved their ears, though,
for he truly cherished that grotesque necklace.
When Private Nunoz shot and killed him,
the night before he was to get his ride out,
not one of us betrayed her trust.
We all knew she had her reasons.
And besides, it was nobody's business
but hers and Mad Dogs.
His family, of course, was told he died a hero,
fighting for freedom_ and democracy and such.

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