I dreamt of a White Christmas with frequent winds in April,

But got 105° degrees and rising instead.

A cement soldier salutes in the town square.

Blood slithers by his feet

From the head of a law man

With a pistol in his hand.

Husks of soldiers litter the streets,

Naked men crawl out of them

And slip into the crowds.

Fat flies flap their black metal wings

Bursting with their precious cargo

Buzzing across the sky

Leaving only a paper trail of shredded confidential documents,

And a fallen tamarind tree in the compound.

It’ll take 20 men

To push the fly off the nest.

20 years

Wasted.

“THOSE WHO FAIL TO LEARN FROM HISTORY

ARE DOOMED TO REPEAT IT…

SAIGON SIGNING OFF.”