It’s not about Oil or
Power or Terror or
Freedom
It’s not about the DMZ or
JFK or WMD or
An axis
Our safety
of homeland is
taking the time to imagine
atrocities of flesh and bone
and muscle
blown apart
The brains
of our children and
ourselves flung all over the ground and
the wall and
the beds
where we love and
where the trees grow fruit
It’s about feeling
In your heart
What you can’t see
In your backyard
It’s about a father who was blinded
by bits of his daughter’s skull
A smart bomb
afforded him the respite
from a sight that would
kill him
on his knees with
one hand lightly and
frantically reading
the terrain of what was his home and
what was his family
searching what’s left
which is nothing
imagine that

































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