Sunday, December 13, 2009

Rosalee Gurrola Thompson

HENNA HANDS AND PURPLE LOOSESTRIFE

Do soldiers freeze
to awe at the sunset in Iraq
amerika amerika
shine god's flashlight on thee

Art Not War flowers pass by
poached political brains
their eyes blindfolded with blackend dollar bills

My only love was killed in Kabul
His sacred words are a frozen winter lake
on my computer screen
His dog tag sleeps around my neck
His smile melts in the sunset like watercolor

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