Tuned in to the mission,
he filters out the falling rain
pooling in the paddies, with
cupped phones over his head,
cigarette in hand
the notes already scribbled.
Interference distorts the signal
oscillating in the atmosphere.
All around, the enemy
creeps ever near over
soggy ground soaked
by September showers
drowning out the sound so that
he could not hear the shots
down in the village.
Crounched under
the canvas awning
listens the anonymous,
silent analyst.
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