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Starlight Scope Myopia Gray-blue shadows lift shadows onto an oxcart. Making night work for us, the starlight scope brings men into killing range. The river under Vi Bridge takes the heart away like the Water God riding his dragon. Smoke-colored Viet Cong move under our eyelids, lords over loneliness winding like coral vine through sandalwood & lotus, inside our lowered heads years after this scene ends. The brain closes down. What looks like one step into the trees, they're lifting crates of ammo & sacks of rice, swaying under their shared weight. Caught in the infrared, what are they saying? 8 Are they talking about women or calling the Americans beaucoup dien cai daul One of them is laughing. You want to place a ringer to his lips & say "shhhh." You try reading ghost talk on their lips. They say "up-up we go," lifting as one. This one, old, bowlegged, you feel you could reach out & take him into your arms. You peer down the sights of your M-i6, seeing the full moon loaded on an oxcart. 9 ...

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