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Those Ancient Tigers
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Viet Nam Pieces Seven Haiku, Three concluding Tanka phrases.
Those Ancient Tigers
cough outside my door of sleep:
I wake, and they're gone!!
Those Ancient Tigers
crept in one day, to my mind,
when I was not there.
I was far away,
in Battle after battle;
nor refuge, nor Peace.
Gold-barred, camo'ed Docs
tell me there's a lot of this:
"Smiles....never happy".
Twenty times a day,
God Thor', from his amber cage,
he came out; went in.
God!!, one-thousand times
wouldn't have been yet enough!!
Thorazine's no cage!!
Those Ancient Tigers
have invisible cages
where they never sleep.
So, neither do I.
I can't sleep, some nights.
Too many tigers.
Tigers cough; their prey?, it screams.
I've found NO refuge in dreams.
(GOD!!! I HATE camo that's CLEAN!!!
It's not like camo I've seen!!)
I know those tigers are mine.
They'll get their prey.....anytime.
I know how they stalk their prey;
some night they'll take it away.
