The khaki Humvee hits a bump
in the tarmac and the back
wheels blow off, the rims
scraping sparks as the whole
thing slews into sand and those
who are leaving forever
their bombed out homes turn
in the glare and cheer
their tongues fluttering shrill
falsettos as what they don’t have
to fear or hate anymore bursts
into flame and the screams
of ordinary flesh dim to nothing
at all in the crackle and hiss
as black smoke churns
but stays like a tall ruck in the blue
absence of anything anyone
can remember about their lives
before a nest of lies hatched
without eyes and blinded the world.
