A mercenary
tracks her murder
to a controlled burn
tourniquet
strangling
men with AR’s
guarding
a pathological sense
of entitlement.
She has taken on the characteristics
of the war.
She hunts a corrupt, criminal
underground,
an invisible
crime scene.
She wears the
collateral black
violence
too few have endured.
She ranges a more
encrypted description
of the suspects.
A dying man
reads psalms
from the old country.
Another is waiting.
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