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Flight Paths Over Laos

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Let me whisper this secret in your ear:
silently us pretend to be done with you
as us pretended silently never to have started
to drop both the explosions themselves
and the allure of their toy-like incubators.


X


Us sit at home now, pretending us never snuck out,
leaving our plastic toys in droves to tick
the time in your country, our playground
to trip the trails of hide and seek
of temple walks, of daily work.


O


Not to kill
                                dead people are forgotten.

but to hatch limping reminders
                                a reminder that we are in control

of the impermanence
                                in your stride.