THE LAST ABLUTION

Embedded razor blades
in bars of soap,
left lying around
in the jungle -
picked up by them.
In earnest ablutions
of sweat-chafed groins
the terrorists
became the victims.

Reflected in the blood
flowing to the sea
by smiling mangroves;
operations conducted
with extreme prejudice
and intelligence effort -
and pink tinged water
signifying the
success of it.

Shadowed faces
grinning at the justice -
downstream hearing
in the far distance
the awful recognition
of terror in the hearts
and minds
of the men who sowed
unspeakable cruelty.

© John A. Moller
Whiskey Two Company RNZIR