08-31-2014, 10:02 AM
In this geometry of a dream
I'm back where the sun,
a monstrous orb
pours savage light
through rockweed.
Starlings like gray halos
circle then arrow
into mangroves.
Across Zone D
drowned children float -
like creosoted planks
from a detonated pier.
"I am Jehovah's boy, I cry,"
but 'maybe now,'
I'll be next.
Round every tug and snap of bamboo
along each smoking mile
'maybe now,'
tamps against my psyche.
From the hills,
a black Chinook
slashes sky.
We wait till twilight leans
upon gun metal;
ready to breach the VC hut
as a nerve inside each man whispers,
'maybe now.'
I'm back where the sun,
a monstrous orb
pours savage light
through rockweed.
Starlings like gray halos
circle then arrow
into mangroves.
Across Zone D
drowned children float -
like creosoted planks
from a detonated pier.
"I am Jehovah's boy, I cry,"
but 'maybe now,'
I'll be next.
Round every tug and snap of bamboo
along each smoking mile
'maybe now,'
tamps against my psyche.
From the hills,
a black Chinook
slashes sky.
We wait till twilight leans
upon gun metal;
ready to breach the VC hut
as a nerve inside each man whispers,
'maybe now.'