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The Old Man

NATO wants Afghan security handover by the end of 2014



The old man asked if air weighed more than gold, if truth held sway over deceit, the last time I knew who I was, recognized myself for me, not as a tool of greed, but who I am, my truth, my love, my hope, my laughter.

I considered my obligations as a warrior, a father, a brother, a son and a man… judge, jury and executioner… Lift my spirit in laughter and love, bring me to my knees beneath heaven’s beam, I’m weighing my answers like a sniper, one eye upon the scope, the other, my motive. Man and mankind, far from home, carrying out plans, half duty, half flesh, standing bone-deep to my waist, the exactness of a worship I cannot recognize as good.

In the bony sand, the original cradle embracing me, kissing my eyes with wet lips, my ears with truth, my body, with the throbbing of a most private flesh, a forlorn inhalation stains my finest hour.

The old man extends his arms for me to enter, or shatter, the choice is mine.

© 2010 by mark prime


Blueprint reveals British troops out of Afghanistan by 2014

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  1. GDAEman,
    It's the world that we've created from many, many years of our terrible noise that we now live in. :>/

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