Thursday, June 15, 2006
The Humvee disappears around a corner,
the dust is sticking to the dust,
a stray dog marches up the street.
In the Humvee the soldiers talk of home,
of brides, of kids, of heat, of lunch.
Suddenly the bomb goes off.
No one is alive inside the blackened carcass
of what used to be a military vehicle.
A few Iraqis cheer, others are stunned
by the blast and by the present lives they lead.
The bodies and the body parts
must be recovered,
the mangled remnants of the Humvee
dragged back to base,
the families, the brides, the children
informed that their loved ones
are coming home, coming home in body bags
but they are coming home.
Posted by RC at 6/15/2006 11:50:00 PM