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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