by Robert M. Chute
High above Afghanistan's vengeful hills
a battle whose motives Kipling
would understand rages still, rousing ghosts
from Alexandrian legions,
British disasters, Russian retreats.
The motives common, the means surreal,
as disembodied men control
my brain, my conscience and my soul
from half a world away. There'll be
a two second satellite delay
between command and act so if
one of those men meeting at the border
of Pakistan steps outside to piss
now he may fight another day.
Robert M. Chute has a book from JustWrite Books, Reading Nature, of poetry based on scientific articles, that is available from Amazon or Barnes and Noble.
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