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Relic, the rusting bones
I understand how it happens
to other things as well
Chopper, bandolier, PRC
my "captured" AK sling
with the dark stains
now used as a belt
Into dust, not plowshares,
into beer and bupropion
Sortie stories
shriveled to short sentences
Memory failing
to be a cue to words
No longer recognize
what, in its first form,
was a bright flash,
intense, immediate,
Silky barrels, blood gutters
claymores, clusters
Each power undone, faded
strength and use
become a hollow frame
anchored to a pad
in a back lot memorial
waiting the sanding of time
giving over what's left
Remains to be seen
but not remembered