Snipers

was it out there
that I became a ghost?

I may be an unreliable witness
the constant stress does that to you
the days spent outside, unprotected
with a local population
that won’t look you in the eye
or when they do
they have the look of hate
that you are even there at all

if only the locals were less hostile
to my cause
if only I could count on my military team
to back me up
if only I had a squaddie’s breakfast
to get me on my feet
every bleak morning

if only I had been so beautifully
camouflaged as I am now

if only they cared as much for my life
as they do for their freedom

was it, in fact, here
that I became a ghost?

if only
the snipers
had guns
instead of
misinformed
opinions

I could deal with that

Inspired By: photograph by Richard Nixon (c) Rich Pictures

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