What I Need

The gunner hung out of the gunship,
Silhouetted against the jungle below.
His job was simple:
Be a trouble shooter.
Back then he killed gooks for God and country
And it was good.
That was 1968. This is 1988 and
I have no Huey to lean out of, just
Homeless to house, sick to nurse,
Poor to feed, illiterate to teach,
By doing these things, I do God's chores.
Too bad they bore me.
I want my handiwork to buckle and bleed.
Killing time is what I need.

Leo Boyd