FLIPPING A TRUCK TIRE AROUND PB YUSUFIYA

The punishment for mouthing off to Sergeant
Rolan: flip that truck tire till I say stop.
The motorpool, the mortar pit, the TOC,
the firing range, the helo pad, the burnt

trash-heap where strays are licking empty cans
of tuna fish.  I see you, Joe.  Yes, Sergeant.
Taking a blow?  No, Sergeant.  Like hell you aren’t.
Hungrily, the strays continue with their plans

while you flip side to side to side.  The guard
is smiling at the gate as if he knows
where this will lead.  The flag.  The rows
of confiscated mortar rounds.  The charred

remains of Hendry’s truck covered in sand
that proves you’ve made it back where you began.

Project Details

  • Date January 14, 2016
  • Tags FLIPPING A TRUCK TIRE AROUND PB YUSUFIYA