Posted by Phineas in : Poesiac , trackback
in stars and stripes
news from home
the bastard's dead
from way over here it seems odd
the news from home, the headline is something about you
you hate the bastard
now he's dead, good for you
news from home
your home is gone, wiped away like a frown
in a hurricane
it's your personal nine eleven
your neighbor asks
you want to say how do you think I feel?
your nonna asks
she visits in a dream, being long gone after all
you have to say ok
I'm OK.
you add your name to the board
listing OK names
your town is gone, wiped away like a scowl
mopped up by a sudsy froth
around the world another town is wiped away
all the men taken out and shot
boys too
in a town around the world
where your nonna did not live
but has the memory in her blood
she remembers a future war
she comes in the night to find you grieving
when that town went down, where were you?
soaking in a frothy tub
feet up, sipping grappa
melancholy
relaxed
quick to forgive
yourself
gasses fume and steam in mucky streets
gassed and rank and sad
that's not how he died, though
that's just some TV news
those people could be your people
but they are so much darker
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