I’m reading Cheney’s Halliburton rap
from ’98: How Caspian oil
should flow through Afghanistan. As I tap
the sat’s lens on Qandahar to spoil
any assaults on a pipeline, the call
comes in. Putin’s pulled from the CFE.
Plus he won’t jerk troops from Georgia. I stall
one cam’s orbit, focus on Tbilisi,
a key to the BTC line. This shit’s
about to get serious. But that’s why
I lob missiles: secure oil profits.
The Chief cell-phoned me today. “Don’t be shy,”
he said, “about protecting my buddies.”
I’ll melt those Russkies to silly putty.
Roger Armbrust
July 15, 2007
