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The Soldiers Parachute into the War Game

Military Base, America

the fictional country stills

in the hour’s resin. Men glide

through the pinedark

into fields of cotton. Eyeless

seeds above: is it, lord,

snowing? They cross

into the mock village:

dome goat road row of

Iraqi role-players whispering

in collapsible houses made

for daily wreckage. Lights pulse,

pixels within them. In one room:

a tiny fake coffin no

isn’t here a body no, nowhere

here my body. Input say

a kind word to the villager output

villager soaked clean of prior forms

of place It is (subtract now

this footprint) snowing. Now


from Poetry Northwest 10.1 Summer & Fall 2015More by Nomi Stone from the library

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