In various shapes & shades of a necrotic black
stench & splendor, ten battalions of severed
legs in search of their boots, feet, toes, ankles,
calves, knees & hips, bo og aloo, tw  ist, fr ug, 
s  wim,  je rk & wa  tu  si   up & down every
verdant corpse kis't inch of the HO! HO! HO!
chi minh trail.

cracked earth
dust fills the furrows
on a farmers face