Recently a poet friend wrote:
Highjacked by a book of poems, I want
to know more about my captor. What
has given rise to such intentions?
A searing mark under a burning sun
the diesel dope and the irritating mirages
Off the road from an untargeted village
was safe enough for the story and the pics
Overstepped the bounds...they’re very twitchy
And except for the camera I am unrifled
and except for my passport I’m fucked
and except for my passport I’m fucked
Now I don’t care what they’re shouting
All I want to know are my options to get free.
poet as war correspondent, or war correspondent as poet?
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