the dove is flying

my head is a rotten tomato and my heart is a dead bird in a ravenous cat's mouth. salam was there with all the details already this a.m. ( and i get up before anybody else out here ya know..well, with the exception of oceania, that is where the sun really rises...) no mail...has he gone to help? i almost hope so, being a cool headed man, not a pimply-faced boy. i remember he said before deploying, it was good there were a few guys in the unit who were actually experienced veterans who knew a thing or two about keeping thier head... but that is totally beside the point when an entire nation of people are in the very real throngs of chaos of a relentless nature. i went to clear my head (i gave up on the kick-ass shit and returned to the cheap, canned 'sparkling liquor', meaning the cheap-ass beer with a 5.5% alcohol content) i went down to that bridge in the dark. a rustling in the bamboo, i know it is just a critter... and a downy feather floats to my hand... there are no birds out at this time of nite. is it from the 'dove'? you know... the one we attach our hopes and prayers to? well, i am putting this feather in a very special place, my heart...