which then blew up the fruit truck
packed with pallets of hundreds
--- - a story that Razziq chuckles in recalling
while forming a bread line
U.S. officials: said:
seeded with bomb's progress
on the western outskirts
and in the pomegranate orchards
Suddenly a man (in white robes) fell from the branches
of the Argfangdad valley
(his suicide vest)
treacherously absent
hundreds crows of joy leaves
they fired and exploded in the trees.
--- a story that Razziq crackles
in recanting, U.S. officials unofficially said
We obliterated those towns.
They're not there at all.
These are just porking lots right now.
and in the pomegranate orchards
the ground remains seedy with largesse bestowed upon
by US officials in joy leaves
joy leaves joy leaves fell limbs from all branches
in outskirts and kerneled multiplicity
the breaks of impatience red
read in the bread
lines. hundreds of
