Tragic Encore To An Eight Year Voyage.


Tragic Encore To An Eight Year Voyage.







I am washed up

and marooned on

regret's shore.

It's an island of one,

with many palms

waving their

vegetative farewells.


I have been laden

and will be laden

with Bin laden

and my failure

to destroy him

for the rest???

of my days

Near a little oasis

called Crawford,

I'll spend my final years,

burdened by the bloody grit

of Iraqi  and

Afghanistan sands.  

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