Blood Trails and Mist
Travelling from the hospital,
a nurse was decapitated.
A wire had been strung over
the dusty road that led to town.
The bandits robbed her mangled torso
and took her motorbike.
This was Northern Thailand
In the 1970’s. Bandit country.
If we had found them,
we would have shot them
and buried them in a ditch,
but we did not.
Blood drifted like hill mist
in those parts.
We also appreciate that the devils
rode a Suzuki just like us,
a pretty girl sitting behind them
singing sweet songs.
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