Sailing
East from Lydda
zip
code DC 20500our errant knight travels [Nimitz class]
on the breeze of the sea
under crescent moon, late April.
Bagful of Tomahawks
block IV, DSMAC.
One last push George.
Texas
rose on his shield
warm
breath against the visor- three snap flip, photochromic coating -
he rides into the floating dark
on a tide of flotsam
and
propeller-chewed plastic
spewed
from the charred black
mouth
of the Tigris.
Searching
for a sign
among
the shoals of stars,searching for just one
miserable god-damn gleaming scale
of the Mother of all Camels
- also known as Draco the Dragon -
he is fatefully [and unfortunately
for the crusaders of the cross]
distracted
by his own reflection:
the
possibility of his own sticker
in
the latest Pannini Heroes collection,
sought
and swapped by millions
and
lovingly stuck somewhere
between
Perseus and Terminator
né
Schwarzenegger
proves
too much to resist
and
he does not hear the approach,
the
sudden flap of wings
like
a main sail caught in a gust.
And
in a snap, his legend is lost -
yellow
petals falling softly
against
his bullet-proof vest
as
Miles Davies' Autumn Leaves
plays
out from 32.5 on the dial.
