Soldiers collect & number: pigment, hair, jade, roasted meat, timber, cum. The enemy’s flute; the face of an enemy as he holds his young; the enemy’s face the moment it’s harmed. The woods are a class in what they can take. The country is fat. We eat from its side.
in the Muslim village.
into the bodiless acre
of graves. Pass.
chickens (a fury, a pack)
one pig (Salma)
Instructors measure our fervor.
Your machine must cover
the kill zone 100% Notate this fever Carry
the lure of the apple.
Where are you Salma? Little ache
of sky. Killing
Field inside, branches latched. Arbor, what is beyond
Anthropologists practice at the circling
pinwheels of faces; those at war are matchless.
Laith has skulls and flags flesh graven. In the war, L
worked with the Americans So did O. / so did H. / so did
We split and cast away
salt seeds over the needles.
Get more at the gas station a mile outside. Outside,
there are bursting cotton bolls,
molecule to sepal
sepal to stalk
blowing their little snow over
the red clay. Out there,
a gas station breathing roads
Even you, dear you; you
have been waiting a long time
for me, haven’t you?
Take this road into the body / return it
as a love
a simmering lake
of code, nutrient,
wishing. In Arabic,
there is a word that means the cleaving
from dormancy or sorrow
into first joy.
Or, the arriving
mouth of the messenger.
It is right on the other side of this wood.