JUNGLE PEACE 



After creeping through slime-filled holes be- 

 neath the shrieking of swift metal, after splashing 

 one's plane through companionable clouds three 

 miles above the little jagged, hero-filled ditches, 

 and dodging other sudden-born clouds of nau- 

 seous fumes and blasting heart of steel; after 

 these, one craves thoughts of comfortable hens, 

 sweet apple orchards, or ineffable themes of 

 opera. And when nerves have cried for a time 

 ' enough ' and an unsteady hand threatens to 

 turn a joy stick into a sign post to Charon, the 

 mind seeks amelioration — some symbol of worthy 

 content and peace — and for my part, I turn 

 with all desire to the jungles of the tropics. 



If one looks the jungle straight in the face 

 and transcribes what is seen, there is evolved 

 technical science, and until this can be done with 

 accuracy and discretion, one can never feel 

 worthy now and then, of stealing quietly up a 



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