a second poem for Danny

I send you dollops of daffidildoes, and laffter before and after

I send great lakes of tears with great skies of ever-expanding space thru which there is no trace of you

You trace the lines in my face, my youth and yours before you offed to war, and were offed.

Before daylite came creeping thru the jungle, they said, you were knifed and bled

Knifed and bleeding, I remember hearing years later that you were gathered to the bosom of Abraham

Gathering shreds and shards of remembrance, I cut my finger, yet let it bleed freely. Who the deed?