Allison, Watch Behind My Eye
by John Akins
See me slip through coils of concertina wire, steal whiffs of glistened bone. I hump the steepest haunts to find a spurt of zing. I watch the edge of death that wound me through the smoke of war.
A child lies in my arms. He is shrapnel gapped and torn. He scans my eye for promise. One burst -- I'm out of tears. Change magazines; stand, hook up, drive on.
At a threshold to the dark night a goddess of war beckons. She cocks her lascivious eye, tastes her wanton lips. Her fingers tug at my buttons. The jungle sighs; I hear her purr. I slip through moist tangles, lay hard between banyan roots, press my face to her straining trigger. Rebels glide near our tryst. She rocks me in primal clutch. c2001 John Akins |