Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Good Woman of Zechuan." (my Mandarin is a bit Confuscious?)
THE GOOD WOMAN of Zechwan who once I knew but PASSED me by in a painted veil?...She found me WOUNDED in the paddy fields, an ENEMY flier, Pilot, some robot, on a MISSION to do her Country's Leaders harm?...Do ME, wrapped in muddy silk, a Parachute, busted, broken, took out some bridges? ..Fucking UP her small WORLD? On target: BADDABOOM? Wotcha gonna Do under Politico, trained to GO and DO; have GUILT? What is the itinerant HATE that makes us who we are in or UNDER the looking glass of perspective, introspection, recollection and dire conscience, all men of War?...
Went to High School, Academy, Fly Boys, Colorado Springs, then Top Gun, San Diego? Carrier Landings, UPSTART? I'm a pretty SHORT guy; most of my PEERS; just "peers", tall, headless dudes whose minds, perhaps reside IN flying, in the Skies? Even OUT on leave, driving cross-country, YAK a "Country Club" SPIEL leaving them naked bone dry, UN-educated, blown out of the sky for an encounter with the folks on the ground, the need for a bowl of rice, moms, dads, kids, uncles, aunts, family amok aND LIVESTOCK, A FARM gig: pigs, goats, village, fare and a lady, the good woman of Zechuan, a maiden, whose husband was faraway fighting in some stupid War; somehow, struggled, but found a way to get ME back home?
She patced up my broken body, an inert necessity, as in the Brotherhood of Man? And, NOW, later, how worthless it seems, as when I repine, a survivor:
"Mandarin Lady, your eyes and your Fan? Mandarin Lady my Heart!..." And, "U Betcha! I SOARED , like Icarus, into the skies only to find wings of wax.... disolving into your gentle love light and the Good Woman of Zechswan: and a kiss that lingers to never fly again.
c2017/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo(Sciacca Sicily.
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