Waiting for Al-Qaeda
Unit transfer orders after eight months in Baghdad to here,
Anbar, where the sun's rays are relentless spears, where
the sand wears a day fever shimmer camel train apparitions
sometimes wade through in the uncertain distance
The first day out we knew we were living the dream
in Baghdad, despite our weekly deaths, there where
Apache rescue helos perched ready for a call, guns loaded,
pilots already belted in for flight shift takeoffs
Now an hour's flight out, "Don't call unless you have
casualties,"
birds of prey gunship superiority a dream of another army, one
not sent out to nowhere where we roll into a village to meet
a minor sheikh, no more
Than a single street of mudbrick houses along the green
bank of a Euphrates tributary, with a small mosque, a souq
of paltry looking wares stacked on dusty carpets stretched out
under canvas awnings. We park and wait in the sun. Some of
us
dismount. Hot sharp smell of halal sausage cooking I pour
A warm liter bottle of water not worth drinking over the iron
Humvee hood just to hear the low hiss, finger the trigger
guard of my rifle The captain moves across with his interpreter
to a group of men whose eyes glint like knives as they talk
among themselves thick as thieves, as gunpowder about
To light, and I think I've seen this movie before, shemaghs as
sombreros, wind blowing through dishdashas of standing men
like it would through switchgrass on a high sierra plain, and
as we wait two boys herd some goats past the mosque, and
I snap a photo Tourist in a spaghetti western
Steven Croft
An Army combat veteran, Steven Croft lives on a barrier island off
the coast of Georgia on a property lush with vegetation. His poems have
appeared in Willawaw Journal, Ariel Chart, So It Goes: The
Literary Journal of the Kurt Vonnegut Memorial Library, San Pedro
River Review, Poets Reading the News, Gyroscope Review, The
New Verse News, and other places. A Croft poem is nominated for the
Pushcart Prize for Poetry, 2020.
amen, brother, take them sob's out and no regrets. love this action poetry. makes me wanna read more books.
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