Sunday, 28 February 2016

Vietnam Era

By William Scott

Departing track homes of pastel stucco
Over paint-lined grid of sun-bleached asphalt,
Through impact sprinkler dew on emerald plateau,
Where sycamore and eucalyptus exalt.

To the remnant lemon grove, were we find
Our portal to the untamed lands between
The plans, outside of the built world and time;
Storm drain full of Ancient’s forgotten dreams.

Some boys ahead on the wide sandy flat,
Pellet rifles pointed in menaced glee
Into the fractal stream upon frog backs;
Blood, water, and fragments of gutty green.

“Hide your horror at this surplus violence,
Slip away to the sea and its contents.”

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