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| simulacra |
I tried to find the war once, long ago. I asked the marine recruiter, but he didn’t care. --It’s not about the war, he said, it’s about being all you can be. Here’s the application. It wasn’t on TV or on a milk carton or locked in the general’s desk. It wasn’t in the ocean, the desert, the air or even up in space. The police wouldn’t look without a description; the sketch artist tried to help, but he hadn’t seen it either. A man from the Times started following me; he wanted an exclusive with the war. --- I see the images, but not the real. The war machine is choking on scraps of madman fantasy. Lies rust out it's insides as it takes potshots in the dark, hoping to find what has long since died. |
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