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by  James Graham

Posted: Saturday, March 26, 2011
Word Count: 191

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My name is Judoc.
Summer has been good.
My kail is tall and healthy.
My father cannot walk now
or remember yesterday.

Last week my old horse
stumbled and is lame.
I have borrowed a mule
from my cousin MaŽl.

The Romans are coming.

I am Abdul Rahman.
Sunlight on the lake
dazzled me yesterday.
The vines are green.

Last week the marriage
of our elder daughter
has been arranged.
We pray, Inshallah,
for joy and a grandchild.

The Christians are coming.

My name is Jaroslaw.
I need to find
a special teacher
for my son Dawid.
He is autistic.

Last week a stray cat,
tiger-striped and fearful,
came to our kitchen.
We have let it stay.

The Germans are coming.

I am Corporal Lewis.
Last week I shot
a woman and her baby.
I made one decision.
I shot the woman first.

I am guilty
of obedience.

At base Iíve seen
a Fuck the Army show
but itís not the army.
It was Nixon. Nixon
killed those poor folks.

It was the big shot-callers.
Fuck Kissinger. Fuck Nixon.
Thereís mutiny now. Soon,

soon, the soldiers will be leaving.