Savages

224

The caravan comes into the narrow switchback.

Chon sights in. In his mind’s eye, though, he sees—

—Taliban

moving like scorpions across a similar landscape

his own caravan blown to shit

blood streaming from buddies

Now I’m one of them

He sights in again.

No time for

Lack of PTSD

He only hopes that

Gentle Ben

Increase-the-Peace Ben

is one of them, too, now.

Now, Ben.

Find your inner Taliban.