these days

through the border into spain

mid morning over the pyrenees

the hog growling off rock walls

all I heard was wind & purring

enjoying leaning the curves

then suddenly

cars across the road

machine guns being waved

we were stopped dead

a hand demanding papers

in that universal sign language

we took our helmets off

they saw the blonde

& everything changed

as that always does

they waved us on

later that day on the news

we saw the big story of the day

they’d picked up an ETA fella

being moved over the mountains

back of a Yamaha

that being how they do these things

these days

esprit d’escalier

he wanted revenge

had daydreams of two RPG’s

one to go through the doors

open the place up

second to explode inside

killing everybody everything

down to the cockroaches

mice under the stairs

or stringing them up

some cold deserted warehouse

playing them like a glockenspiel

with a barbwire baseball bat

whoa fella! I said

that’s some specifics right there

& all he wanted he said

was revenge to the fuckers had hurt him

& we talked on some more

sipping southern comfort in the sun

& as the light lowered

he said he understood revenge is dead

the moment of vengeance had moved on

tho’ I think I saw his eyelids flicker

probably thinking of machine guns

the sound of it

mowing them down