I’m the soldier here
in heat beyond comprehension
longing for cool water
sweat
turning into salt pillars
men eventually falling down
into blurry mirages
Iraqi children chanting
for our choking death
whirl of wind
up from the endless sand
trying to blow us away
smear of black oil
boiling
on my face
madmen infesting their country
and ours
with the same majesty of sick words
burning
long desert into every land
I clean my weapon
more than I pray
for the end of this
here
where the sky is blue
smoke
always wailing.
Conditions of war can bring such profound beauty in people.
Great poem