by Anupam Lahiri
Four men, carrying him on their shoulders
Walking hurriedly through the leaf-filled ruts,
On a lesser known trail into the woods.
He is lying on a cot holding on the side rails,
Bouncing side to side, with grimace on his face
From pain and fear. They are carrying machetes and his rifle!
It is getting dark; they stopped and lit the campfire.
The place is known for wild animals.
They stand with faces toward the flame talking!
Him, still in the cot with pain from the broken ankle.
He came here to find them, but they
Found him instead. He is thinking about his
3 month old daughter and wife back home.
Will he see them again? Do they know
He is captured, and now a prisoner of war?
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