“Perplexities
of the Afghan Mountains As Encountered by
U.S. Special Forces” Their young faces
look on at me in pale-eyed wonder, In my brief
respite from my trials I spy and
leave A shiny
yellow substance From a
glossy plant On the
natural fat Of a clumsy
narrow-bodied insect With
colorful wings That make a
vibrant noise Full of
life, While I
contemplate it As a heavy
war weapon- Slap, bang,
knock, burst, Clang,
rattle, crash, jar, Brushing the
conflict aside With my
alliance of feuding, bickering militants, Pugnacious
and quarrelsome, A blend of
inflammable petty claims Kindling
ineffectual disorder Among the
illicit poppies And wailing
mountain goats Running from
the stick, Who reach
out in a primeval chorus Of
uncomprehending instincts Not unlike
their masters, Forcing an
intelligent cooperation With the
plight of their clans Who have
grass stuck to their starving lips While those
who endeavor to bring aid Are
decimated before they arrive By the
displaced tyrants; And from the
confines Of their own
conflicts and struggles, I can only
imagine and hope that The world
looks on in wonder… Another day
and night, And I am
blessed to wake, another morning, A brightness
beyond that allotted to me While the
world fights for sublime peace, Yet I still
look on with wonder At the
tumult of inventive discord That
originates from Devised
fabrications; Though
mobile I fit into the cohesion Of illogical
entanglements of the inhabitants, My insight
conforming to the unintelligible confusion Organized
into a harmonious coldness, Now
passionless, now spiritless, now violent, A shivering
accessory To the
smoking dead failures Of the
unresponsive assemblages Of colossal
pretenses That render
the contentious emotions comatose, A dull
expressionless struggle Composed of
an amalgamation Of
consumable beauty and comfort, Soothing and
agreeing in the rubble, Welcome yet
desolate and cheerless, With a
fanciful appearance of courtesy Amidst the
fear, Celebrated
and eulogized In
posthumous praise By the
long-bearded leaders and chieftains, Whose facade
of government Is
sufficient to satisfy the civil onlookers For their
rewards and payments. As I ponder
this antagonistic contest I am able to
sufficiently order Any false
emulations To the
satisfaction of the participants In this
polite conclusion Of complex
compliance, Worthy of
compliment And
receiving a reluctant tolerance From their
supernatural, Acknowledging
but refraining From
compromising the irresistible impulse To imbibe
the moment By acting
upon this object with ridicule… As the world looks on in wonder. And I wonder, does anyone
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