Over Fallouja, the sky is on fire with war.
Over Fallouja, the sky is on fire with war.
During dinner, the Army arrives with its notes.
During dinner, the Army arrives with its notes.
It’s dinner with notes on fire over Fallouja.
During war, the Army arrives. The sky is…
Will our father ever sit at the head of the table?
Will our father ever sit at the head of the table?
Or is there pride in not knowing or hearing or seeing
or is there pride in not knowing or hearing or seeing?
The “head of” is at our table. Our Father, the ever-
knowing, or –hearing, or -seeing will not sit there in pride.
The dog’s out back barking. A crow is in flight.
The dog’s out back barking. A crow is in flight.
Next door, Jimmy blows East of the Sun, West of the Moon.
Next door, Jimmy blows East of the Sun, West of the Moon.
The dog’s next door, east of a crow. The barking moon
is back in flight. Son Jimmy blows the moon out west;
over east Fallouja our father blows in the sky; is ever there
with Jimmy during flight. West of the moon, the dogs.
A crow of war is at the head of the dinner table;
is barking sun. In not knowing or hearing or seeing,
the Army arrives with its pride on fire.
Will our notes sit out back next door?