Armed men attack TV tower in Kabul
tick tick chak chak
Dust lugs and gravel sprayers
ricochets, turban shreds
sovereignty of interpretation
Rubber burns
The transmission flickers
The cleaners are allowed to leave the building
A suicide bomber blows up at the entrance
Blinding grenades crash through plasterboard
Glass splinters hissing in calves and cheeks,
The speaker moves the tie knot into place
At least some of my colleagues were killed.
There are supposed to be three more assailants on the compound.
If the program is just as mendacious as ours, you can understand it well.
8.11.2017
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