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Halloween at Camp LeJuene

by elizabeth-balise

Halloween at Camp LeJuene So those storage tanks the ads of late-night-- all talkin' about some thirty-five years a-leaking like... some aplastic benzene-apocryphal river Horror! tastes like chemo Kool Aide forever in the mouth washing over parade route seeping into boots and wombs of cadets who can't hear the music over a child's laughter-- ever over failing livers lined up like lawyers marching onto glyphosate green to Parkinsonian cheers to Taps-solos echoeimg off the stone- of mind and memory Flags! Flapping-angry! “No (wo)man left behind on the multiple ways to myeloma Miscarriages of justice! A silence waiting an eternity of tiny infant cries emptying.... into Love Canal There will be... NO JUSTICE! Only billions set aside for funeral-ic devastation “Significant compensation” --being read in a woman's face in a woman's voice “...suffering from any of these.... after drinking the water at Camp Le Juene” at the hands-down heads-turned greased palms of      silence being owned by military-corpporate “channels” of secrecy ...of Pharma-to-government medical-backwaters laundered to-governments of banana republics Mercenery chemicals Medicine with missile launchers strewn among military over-runs of... …of high power rifles, night goggles, and F-15s What am I missing here? ...about the rubbery clots and myocarditis? Has it finally come round to us? How could I not see! not recall? How many years ago-- since I could hear? the rapid fire! “The toxic Leaks!” “...suffered from any of these...” ...feeding tube terrors Time's tumors downgrade to errors deferred... Now beside the grief as amputees --take the field of parade While Misplaced Rage pages through abortions of blame in the chemical caldron where they shit, shower, and shave ...then towel-dry their babies or not.... Where are the rapid-fire rats and bats when we need 'em? Semper Fi!
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