October 3, 2012

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  Swept Air   

   

  So they slog up this narrow valley above the dams

  After the remnants of typhoon have passed

  And stall at a cave-drilled hill terraced for rice

  As the sky rains mortar down

   

  So they send up a combat team

  Mostly guys from Kentucky Tennessee and West Virginia

  To flush the caves where the slants are hiding

  The ultimate coon-hunt

  And they stall too

   

  So they blast them with an amplified Neisi-wire

  And tell them to come out - that no one will hurt them

  But no one comes out

   

  So they call in some Hellcats from Lingeyan with jelly bombs

  And the Cats set the whole hill on fire from the top

  A beautiful cascading waterfall of fire

  Flowing down over the terraces

   

  So they watch the fire roll across the cave-mouths

  And kill the air inside where the slants are hiding

  And the next day they go up through the stink of phosphorous

  Into the caves and see them

  Almost a hundred of them - not a mark on them

  Collapsed

  All twisted and collapsed

  The slants with their Manila whores and kids

  All caved in and collapsed

  Air swept completely from their guts

  All collapsed

   

  So what else is new?

   

   

   

   

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