1. 
It was four in the morning here 
the middle east had just awakened
to news of bombs and soy mixtures
dropped over Afghanistan. 

The Taliban spokesperson 
made nervous claims; in the background
you could hear his watch, or maybe
his cell phone: badooop, badooop. 
It was the sound pac man makes
when he gets bitten by ghosts. 
History usually misses 
those kinds of details. 

He: "We shot down an American plane." 
Press: "Can we see proof?"
He: Nervous laughter. 

2.
Mr. Bin Laden:
I hope they bring you back alive.
When they translate your words, 
they pick stupid voices, who stutter,
and they ignore the native tongue
of your peninsula: The poetic, 
flower covered propaganda 
of holy wars and great epics. 

You are too stiff for my liking; 
your eyes are captivating
but if you were a rock star
no one would see you 
because you do not move.  
You don't scare me.
You just look sad
and paralyzed. 

I hope they bring you back alive
so you don't die a hero 
in blazes of bombs, dying for your god,
a war hero, a religious martyr, 
whatever it is you think you are.

I want you to feel 
what machine gun firing
does to your hands as you age; 
I want you to be too proud 
to request American Medicines. 

I want you to be 
like exiled Nazi war criminals
hiding in the suburbs;
fat, smelly german men 
who weep themselves to sleep.

You know that guy christ,
if he didn't die on that cross
no one would have remembered. 

I want you to be forgotten. 


3. 

Let's talk on your own terms; 
Iblis, the red guy with horns
who refused to bow to man 
because he would only praise 
Allah, and not Allahs creations.

And Allah said; 

        Get out from this disgraced 
        and expelled. If any of them
        follow thee, Hell will I
        fill with you all.

And hell was ice cold
from the absence
of the love of Allah,
whose love was a light
that heated all things. 


4. 
When the bombs dropped
I was awake all night,
watching the television
until dawn. 

Outside the window, 
I saw a white powder
falling from the sky
and evaporating 
as it hit the ground. 
I was suddenly afraid:
They must be
retaliating. 

I turned the news back on
to see if they had retaliated.
Instead, the newsman said
to expect light flurries
of snow. 

-e.

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