D. H. MELHEM
*When the sky is rent asunder; when the stars scatter and the
oceans roll together; when the graves are hurled about; each
soul shall know what it has done and what it
has failed to do.
Eighty thousand sorties nonstop express over Baghdad
a sound and light show takeout boxed into your livingroom
(you can only see the nightskytop on TV;
the bloody bottom of the picture mars the image).
Look at the stars!*look, look up at the skies!
O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!
Smart bombs and cruise missiles, F-16 fighter jets,
Patriot antimissiles and rocket hardware.
Everyone wants them now.
(Was this a carnage
In the bomb shelter children are sleeping
in the arms of their mothers. Not hungry,
having supp'd full with horrors **
Are targeted. Deliberately hit.