mac_dunlop

FAREWELL FALLUJAH

Well now
we do well
to well
remember
a corpse
a body
-once full-
now ceased
its skin
stiff-creased
in these times
we are in
from which
-one day-
we shall be
released
no one
no more
this life
done
their remains
a vision
a corpse
to reflect upon
-blanket skin
drapped flag
the coloured
human uniform
scorched
brushed
beneath
the magic carpet

beaten
to a crisp
burnt
to a pulp-
once loved
once fought
once carried
a gun
for naught
a corpse
hung
from the bridge
a wind-wrecked
kite
snagged
on its line
balancing
how many
to hoist up
how many
to tie off
tourniquet
misery
wringing
stop
the flow
the lies
the truth
well
here
they lie
-confusing form-

a corpse
a flag
of tricolour
meat
a pendulum
swinging
for all life's defeats
caught
on a wire
trapped
in the mind
of many more
who tread
in worn out
slippers
spanking
the forever now
dead.

3/4/04

m.d.

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