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Foliage I place my boot on the neck of this commie bone bag the toe resting on his chin I think I hate this wet heat he breathes At least there is no rain in it--for now I hate his elusive sky too A sky filled with foliage unlike the limbs and leaves of the hickory or oak trees back home Slats you and Mad-dog planning to marry that commie beaner Luke hissed at me I watch as reality seems to shift 5 7 176 pounds of ground foliage in front of me apparently transforms itself into a Forced Recon Marine even though my mind knows it is just Luke stepping out of the underbrush1 Foliage there is an appropriate sound--and smell Foliage aged and weary foulness I long for a dry breath of clear air from home where foliage is something read about in the geography books not swum through or sloshed through or sunk into I glance at Luke Luke and I are similar There are just some minor differences between us I am 11 12 taller--part of the reason Im called Slats I can tan even in winter as long as the sun is out He is from the smog and the city Luke notices my rambling thoughts and grins Its a grin that reminds me there is a whole lot of menace compressed in that ash white body of his Given an even chance I could take him He knows it We respect each other The heartbeat under my foot recalls my attention to the task at hand It is either a few more moments for this worm food to protest its lot in life or an added chance for me and the others The head viced by my boot needs to remain still until I can finish It doesnt matter if he would ever revive 1 Forced Recon Marine A US Marine Corps member belonging to a Reconnaissance Team
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