Jeremy B. Hurtt

Jeremy is a 10-year veteran of the United States Army, and served during Operation Iraqi Freedom 2006-2008 in Rusafa, Baghdad, Iraq as a Sergeant in 3rd Squadron, 61st Cavalry. Hurtt is a proud Scout of the United States Cavalry, and a multiple inductee into the Order of the Spur.

THE GREEN IS FAIRLY LITTERED

I’m ready to choose, if you’re ready to cry.
I’m ready for truth, are you ready to die?
There’s many a few who’ve lived out their lie –
Their leavings are truths, their armor is pride.
I’ve danced with the devil at the top of the stairs.
Made love to his shadow when his people were there.
I made a fine example of what nevers you should care,
Cast my lot with indifference, it’s a fine young cross to bear.

How simple.
How, simple?
I’ve abandoned my means!
Taken to the world –
Does the world mean anything?

I’m living.
I’m living?
But why should I be?
When the Green is fairly littered
With much better men than me?

I’ve made up new rules; do you see me at my game?
When egos get bruised, then the losers get named.
Retreat, now refuse...this seems to be un-same...
I seem to be confused, as I usually seem these days.
My anchor is unmoored; I’m drifting out to see
If one among the poor, Valhalla waits for me.
My failures get ignored, and I abhor the things I need;
I need to be no more, but refuse the call of sleep.

How normal.
How, normal?
I’ve evaded my fate!
Kept upon the world –
But is the world too late?

I’m living!
I’m living?
But why should I be?
When the Green is fairly littered
With much better men than me?

It’s all within my grasp, just millions of miles away –
When it’s there at last, the smoking son will play.
Mountains made of ash compact, as clouds grow gray:
Till tiny foothills last, and pass from new decay.
Ask anything you please, my life’s your open book,
Give the thing a squeeze, what’s the least you could have took?
The universe agrees and another match is struck,
Dance the sulfur and the seas! Dance, monkey on a hook!

How ugly.
How, ugly?
I’ve accepted my dream!
I’m down inside the world –
And the world means not a thing.

I’m living?
I’m living,
But why should I be?
When the Green is fairly littered
With much better men than me?