Kepi Blanc Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

Kepi Blanc



The fort at Zinderneuf is beseiged
rifles crack in the desert air
brothers in kepis blanc
cheer each on
in novel and film

A far cry from the bloody slaughter
that marks a real battle
in the wasteland
that is Iraq
in real time

Troopers in anonymous helmets
suffer and die in deserts
kepi blanc antiquated
death no longer stands
on ceremony

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