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Apr 2011
The general
Ignores the desert sun in favor of
Refreshing a clip
Standing rigid against the sand and the time
And the bullets
This land offers.

What awe I evoke
From savages whose methods are like driving
Tomahawks to steel.

The general
Feels no more
Than desert sun.
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