black smoke billows into a starless sky.
we were the ones who dried the canals and planted death in the river bank - powder and steel among the reeds. smallpox in a dakota blizzard. boot leather on the slave-bricked streets.
custer's 7th cavalry dismounts in fallahat.a hand pressed to the heart, just above his 9.
black points float in clear blue irises.her rank is missing from her uniform.
why does nothing taste good?
the key twisted off in the ignition.a bag full of hair and skin.7 years old, shaking with sobs.his rifle drags from a limp arm....
July 27 2007