Kabul

Kabul digital collage loosely connected with my poem

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 mendac