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1985
The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth
the vengeance; he shall wash his feet in
the blood of the wicked.
Psalm 58

It was the fortieth year since Buchenwald: two thousand
Jewish refugees in Sudan starved while Reagan visited
the graves of Nazis.
CBS paid off Westmoreland
for their rude disclosure of his lies and crimes:
he had killed thirty of the enemy, let’s not forget,
for every one lost us: he was owed something.

That year, though, no terrorist could touch God’s work
in Mexico and north of Bogota: an earthquake here,
volcano there, and numbers do not signify the dead,
each corpse incomprehensible as to the widow Klinghoffer
her Leon, shot, dumped overboard as if to make a point.

Westmoreland said, the Viet Cong could be indentified
from the attacking aircraft as all personnel in uniform
below.
Their uniform, he told us, was the native dress.
Written by: Brooks Haxton