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Premonitions plague me, persistently
Shaking, sweating, swearing I seek
To swill out the bad taste in my mind.
Why do I think: “There’s something
In the air?” Something that’s just not there,
Yet is. Some unknown unknown that haunts
My dreams and chases me through fields
Of, fire. Napalm I guess.: American fire
Jelly that flays the skin off children. Pares
Life down to dust. Agent Orange a herbicide,
A defoliant chemical with a tactical use 
To strip bare the edges of humanity. A naked
Girl running for her life, her skin a-flame. 
As if all life were a game, with no shame....