Halo

by Jon Turner


You once told me we would meet
behind the walls of Abu Ghraib

but did not show.
I sat there waiting as you watched

your chariot lift over the concrete homes
of Baghdad, and a rocket

impale the side
throwing it to the ground

From the helo pad you imagined death
and lit a cigarette

knowing you would still be offered
grandchildren

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