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Our Enemies

Chaitanya Read-Walsh


I look at the palm trees through the brush
I strain my eyes
I can’t get beyond the leaves and trunks
Baghdad dirt-road dust
Clouding my vision
I know they are there
Anticipating our arrival
They thirst our blood
American blood
One push of a button to detonate
One chance
One moment
To take our lives