Chicano Poet

Friday, January 09, 2009

The Truck Driver

During the generous three hour truce,
he drove the U. N. truck

full of medical supplies,
he wasn’t nervous at all,

thought mundane thoughts,
the scent of a woman,

the shape of the sky
against rocky, round, invaded hills,

suddenly two tank shells
ended his life---

apparently the Israelis
are quite anal about what you should think.


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