Monday, November 13, 2006
God Is Whatchacallit
Sanctions, they say,
killed Iraqi children
slowly.
We explode babies
instantly
at present. Think I’ll go
to church. All the talk
there numbs, evidently.
Refractions. Some in verse even. Often political.
God Is Whatchacallit
Sanctions, they say,
killed Iraqi children
slowly.
We explode babies
instantly
at present. Think I’ll go
to church. All the talk
there numbs, evidently.