the cargo ramp welcomed your wheels,
while the fast hands of the assisting soldiers
flashed blurry camo cufflines
and spake a waterfall of "I'm sorrys".
You, encased within the iron lung,
the heavy steel embrace of a childhood bearhug contest
waved goodbye with your eyebrows
reflected from the contraption's rearview mirror.
They nestled you securely
between the bombs, blankets, and rations.
3....2....1.... the countdown carried you airborne,
while inhaled jetfuel burned and watered my eyes,
providing me proficient cover
to shed that tear or two incognito.
Your rapid departure stings
like a band-aid being ripped from a wound,
a pain explosion, yet suprisingly fast-fading.
I shake off my last bits of loss
and make my way back to Tabitha the camel.
The sweet beast, ever vigilant, ever obedient.
I kiss her neck and saddle up, tonight we ride.
Beyond the bomb eaters.
Beyond the mine sweepers.
Towards the jack-knife ridges,
pushing peaks up over the horizon.
Beyond calamity.
Beyond humanity.
Tabitha and I, we ride.
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