it’s fucking hot tonight

there is an owl living

in the towering palm tree

outside my window

even he’s not asking

the usual questions

too humid to hunt for mice

or words, for that matter

the passing cars slur by

tires sticking, then

ripping themselves

from the road

it smells dank & sodden

like a plantation

rotting away in the mangroves

of bayou-filled lose-iana

what’s left of it

& I hear sirens

wailing in the distance


clamoring for attention

just like everything

& everyone else

these days

half a world away

near tikrit

a 22 year old soldier

is sitting in a jeep

in the noon heat

110 degrees


if anybody cares

why he’s there