As of Dec 1, 2007, this I believe:
We have surged with extreme prejudice
swiftboarded our democratic truths
petreu’ed our understanding of the Middle East
waterboarded habeas corpus
sharia’d and alberto’d our land of immigrants
privatized our constitution.
Start at the beginning.
Geese winter in the marshes outside Baghdad
where winter crops used to be wheat and oilseed.
Now, the Big Dipper
low on the horizon,
into kurdish mouths
hungry for oil revenues from fields
no longer plained in prosopis or camelthorn,
and starved children and sand grouse peck
at ancient, sterile barley seeds.
Ganges sharks, halliburton oil mongers,
and Prince’s (or is it the Sheik’s) blackwater shooters
high on steroids and drugs
have swum as far north as Baghdad,
but the fat-tailed sheep have deserted the riverain areas
of tamarisk and sedges
heading for the warmer clime of talibanism.
For years Aleppo pines and oaks
have been planted around the Green Zone’s kingdom,
greening bush’s attempt to sustain our oil addiction.
Summer’s shamals are exhausted;
dry winds won’t soothe scorched flesh back onto skulls
ripped open by friendly ied’s.
Basra’s so safe though, don’t ya know?
our faith-based initiative has worked!
The surge ok’d shiites and sunnis to kill their evangelicals,
oops, their crazies, the fringe, al-quaida types,
still surging one thousand six hundred and eighty five days post
The fine alluvial soil blows freely
through a blasted civilization of skeletal buildings
and broken tea cups,
cauterizing the eyes of crying boots on the ground
(who much later from now will be stats, emotional disasters
at Walter Reed or homeless,
nameless on the streets of middle America)
and blinding the eyes of republicans and democrats
coyly afraid of arab leagues, vedic verses, zoroaster,
and electoral college votes.
Jazirah’s history from 1917 is island,
multiple treaties throughout the twenties, tv;
While Condi and W fiddle at Annapolis,
king faisal compromises from the seventies.
Can fresh dates @ $100.00/barrel
surge through this stickiness to sweeten the conversation?
we’ve outsourced morality to faith healers and compassionate
with glocks or kalashnikovs depending on the decade,
but when our moon is a crescent,
we see the earthshine on the rest of its circle.
And so, this, I believe:
we can find licorice plants where the waters run
between the Tigris and Euphrates.
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