The gray jet still
hangs upside down
in the Cambodian jungle.
The pilot was taken
long ago,
his skeleton crucified
in the rice paddy
as Asian scarecrow.
When the monsoon comes,
the Pratt and Whitney fin
turns like a prayer wheel
in its battered casing,
a terrible swift sword
mumbling apologies
to a stone Buddha,
begging for a farmer
to see its potential
as plowshare.
~William Hammett
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