After the slaughter on the borderline
Of Pakistan or Afghanistan…
Too many last stands of misperceptive dining
Backward unwinding human remembrance—
A field of bloated nightmares among the leaves of corn,
And the crows, ravening
With hundreds of odd ‘angled’ corpses
Lying abandoned on a field near any Mason-Dixon,
There’s a ‘fallow’ soldier shrieks.
Who’s to say from which side of which Compromise?
Behind a wall in Jerusalem or Gaza,
From which trained siding he will soon join the night train?
Clutched to his ‘graven’ locomotive, somber
As it clacks away into history’s brazen wind