Deutschland

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