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Here, Bullet by Brian Turner
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Feb 08, 2010

bookshelves: poetry, partially-read
Read from July 23 to November 01, 2012

From "Hwy 1"
Cranes roost atop power lines in enormous
bowl-shaped nests of sticks and twigs,
and when a sergeant shoots one from the highway
it pauses, as if amazed that death has found it
here, at 7 A.M. on such a beautiful morning,
before pitching over the side and falling
in a slow unraveling of feathers and wings.

From "The Hurt Locker"
Nothing but hurt left here.
Open the hurt locker and learn
how rough men come hunting for souls.

"AB Negative (The Surgeon's Poem)"

From "Ashbah"
The ghosts of American soldiers
wander the streets of Balad by night,
unsure of their way home, exhausted...
...a voice
sounds from the minaret, a soulful call
reminding them how alone they are,
how lost.

From "Where the Telemetries End"
We share a long night
of breathing.

From "Najaf, 1820"
It is November,
the clouds made of gunpowder and rain,
the earth pregnant with the dead...
...with room enough yet for what the years will bring...

From "For Vultures: A Dystopia"
For their hunger, for their patience,
for each circle traced in shadow
and sunk down in the earth...
Let them witness every plume
of smoke, every fallen soldier,
every woman's last kiss
for the ones they love...

From "Dreams from the Malaria Pills (Barefoot)"
He's questioning why blood is needed, and so much,
why he's wheeled through his hometown streets
on a gurney draped in camouflaged sheets.
You carry the pearls of war within you, bombs
swallowed whole and saved for later.

From "How Bright It Is"
It will take many nails from the coffinmakers
to shut out this light...

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