As Geronimo hoisted his peace pipe of a smart phone gone bad,his smoke signals to Tonto, sitting on his high rise balcony in the Soho reality scene of the Big Apple, the Lon Ranger’s kimosabi, translated the spacious puffs.
“Weapons of mass destruction?
Indeed! “
II
The Bagdad Iraq invasion by our forces, the toppling of Sadat Hussein ‘s statute is coming back to haunt us, as the tribal case systems failed to unite, their aftermath is a disarray of a beleaguered surrender, the enemy blitzing thru turf, that was once Hussein’s own land grant.
Supply lines long gone , human live s dismembered, a reminder of blood baths and loss of American lives, the account “All quiet on the Western Front”, a misnomer for an ego trip gonebad.
III
The sins of clamor have come back to haunt us. Thosecoexisting Indians like Geronimo and Tonto reading their own primeval smoke signals: the smart phones floating in the cyber space of bloody corpses. A military contractor’s trip gone wasted.
The road to Damascus leads back to Bagdad.
IV
“Weapons of mass destruction?
Indeed!”
Friday, the 13th of June, 2014. The City that never sleeps.
