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(Adult Theme) Bagdad/June, 2004 12 Lines My buddy drops one then another into his mouth, eyes twinkling like a dopehead Santa on a sultry winter's night. America's military-industrial complex had sent us prospecting for death in a distant and dangerous sandbox, fighting for another people's deliverance, embracing the suck, popping, dropping, smoking till we got high enough to be at peace with war, speeding under midnight stars of Mohammed's middle-eastern sky
by L. E. Bryan
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I initially missed this Romulo - apologies for my late comment. This piece is undoubtedly stirring, frightening, also intriguing. Can we ever really get high enough to be at peace with war - poignant message, brings it home - image of speeding under midnight stars makes me think of someone sitting on top of a tank as it rolls across the desert at night.
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After reading the wartime poem I found myself asking why it is called "Dad". I stumbled over the beginning of the poem, but that could have been due to your word choices... not that the words were wrong... I am pretty sure it was because I read the title first and was expecting something totally different. I kept reading it and found myself understanding the terror that is conveyed during wartime.
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