THE WARTIME ISSUE Reuben Jackson   KEITH Legs which almost outran the scuffed football wobbling toward his ex-fingers, Could not elude landmines meant for Uncle Sam. Now he looks like Black america after integration. Boarded up.. Abandoned. Graffiti-riddled as Nick's, Where War was on the jukebox, The ribs were to die for, And Keith's Stateside moves sent more Sistahs to bliss than Jackie Wilson in his prime. Foxhole tight sharkskin suit glittering like sweat on a brow dark as the Eastern horizon.   Reuben Jackson is a poet, writing instructor, and archivist with the Smithsonian Institution's Duke Ellington Collection. He lives in Washington, DC.   Published in Volume 7, Number 2, Spring 2006.   To read more by this author: Reuben Jackson Reuben Jackson: It's Your Mug Anniversary Issue Reuben Jackson: Langston Hughes Tribute Issue