We rolled up on the blast site
like mad hornets on auto-pilot,
we had seen **** like this before.
A Bradley had been incinerated.
two skeletal passengers
grinned at us
through blackened teeth
as the locals cowered
in their metal-door alcoves.
An Apache leveled three positions
surrounding us,
while seven bearded men got bagged,
tagged, zip-tied and hauled away.
I saw a foot without a boot
standing straight up
in the middle of the road,
some intestines were being
gobbled up by a manged dog.
I kept my finger at the ready,
my Kevlar buttoned down tight,
my eyes burned from diesel smoke.
It was no ******* joke,
bad things happened there,
I'll never forget
the way it made me feel.
Sick inside.