I had to cut certain poems from the film. But, as a gift, we saved this one—after Luis Rodriguez—from oblivion…
Vincent Dieutre
Helicopters hover like hellish birds
We are the enemy, the face on the screen
Burnt petals chittering the sidewalk.
We are daylight’s demise, dancing between discord & distrust.
All is betrayal & bewilderment, all is seed for the fields of retreat.
Bullets punctuate every sequence of the film
