"Poem"

A bone fragment yields
In the lab, the ghost of a name.

The days temper their heat.
I continue to meet detours.

A soldier a day dies;
Victorious, all.

The skies darken predictably.
Someone defaces my bumper sticker.

Halliburton cashes in.
The days temper their heat.

I continue to meet detours,
And the new road still is not done.

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