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Marines with cobbled armor


fight thru blind streets, windows where

killers' eyes could be staring down even


now—the camera follows a lieutenant who'd

talked of struggles with morale, his bright


face self-assured despite his doubts—now

in combat racing thru with his fellows then


screams & fire, bullets thudding above

the wall where the camera catches one


yelling above gunfire, he's hit, he's hit—

call it in—puddle of bright blood spreading


on the pavement below:  here on the TV

in the locker room where boys & men


suit up & return naked with their towels.

eight stand before the TV now, still—


one has dropped his towel & stands fully

naked, mouth open, fully exposed.



[Originally published in NHS 2005, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs05/david_cope.html.]