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The AS80.

 and the Toumai skull, crumbling dome made of bone, open-mouthed
begging the question what life was aiming at, as if aiming is
life's aim.
 So to the weapon where the failsafe failed. The trigger stuck. All the
wrongs combined an engineering disaster: the military off target. On
screen the skull's teeth
dance a show of amazement. And with molars remarkably human, he had his
teething problems too. The Toumai as our present. Whenever the
ridiculous
can not be expressed, when all that's left is the grunt and the
high whistle, then the Toumai marches next to you and you can feel his
language in your bones 

* The standard issue rifle of the British Army.

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Author:Winwood, David
Publication:Antigonish Review
Article Type:Poem
Date:Mar 22, 2009
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