Barely more than a smudge
on the road, a photo without
torso, arms, face,
eyes, a photo without a
body, without clothes. A
photo without co-ordinates.
This is war, all that is left
of war. A thermal image
in a free fire zone, a vector
on a global grid reference.
There is no smell of diesel,
no unctuous rattling of guns,
no downdraft from a
helicopter’s rotor blades,
lying on the road, feeling
no warmth from the
flames of a burning
truck, imagining no metal
touching your warm blood.
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