The War on Terror
by Megan Arlett
You never were afraid
of monsters under the bed
as a child
But the monsters in the desert
wake you all the time
now
You say it never leaves you
the sand can’t be washed from your clothes
I saw the grains still in your boots
The dunes of your past
lie between us
when we sleep
I dream to know the boy
who lived before those ten months
made you a man
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