dear Germany-
you may not remember me
the private with shrapnel in his arm
i never meant to cause your boys any harm
remember the Indian doing the rain dance?
your bullets came so close, i nearly pissed my pants
hiding under the rubble of a city hall
since your boys had already killed them all.
trudging through bodies in the red ocean
pushing through a limb forest with every motion
you might still be asking “Who, who?”
but Germany, I remember you
