Feathers glitter and distract
Green as jewels sparkling under the water's surface
He dashes up
He darts down
Sleek and fast, wings flutter in a blur
Summer sun rages
Browning grass sways gently
Three men sit by the road
They are dirty
Sad eyes smile
May I smoke? Cigarette?
Bloody feet from broken glass
We smoke together
No words pass
Languages don't match
Police men take them away
Emerald bird lands on the wire
Spiraled with menacing edge
Distant gunfire
Bullets rat-tat
Can this be the start of our past?
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During my first tour in Iraq we were surveying and saw three Iraqi men coming onto the installation. We detained them and the incident had a lasting impact on me. I've tried over the years to share the story, or process it but haven't been able to. This is the closest I've come.
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