Battle Weary
Iraqi Defense tends to be hotter than most
The heat a charater study in personal relationships
Sweat is the great equalizer
I put Ahmed in the picture for a portrait
For his mother
I ask, Ahmed, when were you at your most violent?
As he thinks, I snap photos, winder humming patiently
Catching his face in pensive reorganization
Were you justified? Shutter slamming in response
To facial compliance
Black and white rendering, he loves the pics
I pick the one his mother would love.
She loves them all
Remembers when Russians used to come by her stall
At the bazzar
Now it's empty
Shes at home, waiting for crazies..
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