Long Cheng, 1972
Midnight,
Midnight,
The general paces
The corridors
Of his Motel 6-
Like compound,
Waiting to see
Which wife’s door
Would open,
Which hilltop
Would erupt
So he can scramble
The Ravens,
Call for the Sabres,
Send in
The Chinooks.
Send in
The Chinooks.
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