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green man calls from the desert

wild dogs at his FOB’s gate,
hescoes, razor wire, paraflares,

meteorites through SAT-phones
his night voice untouchable, falling,

green man proclaiming the bling
that is the stars over Afghanistan;

no sleep
only owls and camel spiders

only half-dreams gauzy
malaria pills, malaria netting

—winter setting into us icy
though it’s barely autumn—

next morning,
his voice from last night like a drunken dream,

FaceBook is fresh-fallen snow
we trace green man tracks across Walls,

tracks he made before he headed out
for desert patrol.

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