Sol soleil
Purple strokes Monet clouds
of dust fog Middle East
Parliamentary majority Sharia
Hand lost, the Goons for Always
Boys like Napoleon throwing stones
Revolución for Democracy against American-
Imposed Old Men Rembrants
Scratch their beardy heads
Or perhaps rub their palms on neatly-
pressed khaki desert dirty olive
oil underneath fingernails grubby brain
dead nerve
gas bombings, Kurds and weigh, martyrs, scales,
Dishonesties, Washington Zombies and Saudi Sheikhs
Cirque drama sand
Americans bombing the Yemen
President says "oh yeah that was me" lying beside
Xerxes Alexander the Caliphate
Saladin Napoleon Saddam Obama
Conquistadores Sol shines hard on these
Ozymandiases sol sand
shifts into different piles redraw border
Van Gogh lines
Ciel Monet sky Dubai
Cell phone society two towers
Egalité brothers
Play king of the Temple Mount
The no man's land Maginot, Caliphs and Popes
Feed the kids bullets and oil, Rubens Christ,
Blood-spattered pocked-marked
Street corner churches and mosques
And prefects and mobs, Hypatia,
Lost hands lost fathers angry kids, wailing
headscarffed Renoir portraits, Hamas,
Stick it to the man
Throw a shoe, take a few
with you
Everything we do
Rearranging castle Seurat molecules in the sand-
box throwing the little people under Tonka
trucks, tanks, and smart
bombs soleil no shine sweep the
streets of bullets, bombs,
mines polished chest medals, purple Kahlo hearts,
Lost hands.
Wonderful poem, didn't understand it all but loved it.
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