The old chief had me scurrying all
over Southern California
picking up parts to make his radar work
the last box of stuff just kept things dry
what’s going on
… I just don’t want to go back, Sir
I can’t tell the Commodore that, Chief
Fix the damn radar so we can deploy.
* * * * *
The jets burst from the shore cover
they were on us in an instant
in the blink of an eye
the Lenah S. Higbee was burning and sinking
