12/17/2007

Patrol



This is what you do

0n patrol in the woods,
Fort Lewis, Washington,
when no one is there:
You happen upon a trillium
white and secret as God
in a shadow.
You bow down saying,

"Thank you
for showing me
what’s inside."

Six months later
on patrol in Fallujah

you happen upon a girl

three days dead
in the rubble,
her body cut nearly
in half
by American fire,

your fire, my fire.

Her large intestine blossoms in the desert sun
,
a terrible sweetness in your nostrils.

You bow down
saying,
"
Thank you for showing me
what's inside."
It is your last war.

No comments: