Afghan Tryptych Part Three

What do you think when you kill a man?

Nothing, as the crosshairs move to the next target.

Nothing, that night when you’re sunk in your hole,

brain focussed for the prick of noise.

Later back at base, brain filled

with beer, The Stooges and The MC5 – Nothing.

Not next month, when your round comes

and you’re out of action for a time.

No.

Years later, when you’re kicking around

with your son, the thought: “What if he…?”

                                                    RMC