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skull beneath the skin

patrol, “Spin Boldak/Wainwrightistan” June 2009/smsteele

Soldier, you lead me through “Spin”,

your arcs, left to right, left to right,

the skull tattoo’ed beneath your skin
peering from your open sleeve

can it, will it, does it

really cover me

with your invisible shield
of faith

that I might not be the chosen


picked like a pomegranate seed

red, ripe

bleeding, singular, a meaningless prize,

the crows caw cawing, fighting
from high in the razor-rock hills,

over the next row to be picked

from white, tender flesh,

the next round unborn fruit
to die.

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