Thunder of wings
peace disbands
Beetle! a double rotary
coleopteran Chinook
Crashlands carapace and all
into dreg-glazed salad bowl.
Troops of faces disembark
from books to wilting endive.
He presents no papers, yet
none bother to countermand
His orders. We are to be
relieved, no time to inspect
Our bitters crack over ice
post-prandial AWOL yawns
Groggy as wasp-wood, lowballs
melting over news from the front.