Friday, February 17

Double Death


Elie Wiesel: Mormon baptism of Holocaust victims ‘scandalous’


Murdered by the millions
רַבָּא שְׁמֵהּ וְיִתְקַדַּשׁ יִתְגַּדַּל
They recited the Mourners Kaddish
Over their own living corpses

Broken bodies long turned to ash
Jewish souls  
Newly baptized to Mormon faith

Wednesday, February 15

Fast Eddie's Son


19 Years and £1 Million Later, a Past Catches Up

Not long after the white veil and dress were cleaned and stored
His words began to slur

His father made millions vanish from an armored vehicle
Childhood on the run
From England to America,
Cosmopolitan cities to the Ozarks
His mother fell from fancy dinners to cleaning houses

His family name King,
Tattooed on each of our wrists,
Just another fiction masquerading as truth 

Monday, February 13

Red Stained Silence


NATO says found Afghan children dead after air strike

Dense snow fell like tufts of cotton
As boys  herded flocks of sheep
White on white
Until bombs ricocheted like fireworks,
Yielding only red stained silence.

Sunday, February 12

Amazonia


The river traders of Brazil


Air grows thin
At the lacy peak of Inga trees
30 meters above forest floor
A handful of fruit
Brings glittering change, and silence of the belly’s pleading

A village of children
Canoe down the Tajaparu
Scramble up ferries,
Desperate to avoid propellers,
Selling fruits and bowl of beans and rice
Before night falls

Friday, February 10

Inequality


Education Gap Grows Between Rich and Poor, Studies Say

I.
Off to ballet wearing a pearly tutu,
Mother and father watching every twirl from behind the two-way mirror

Playing a pint sized guitar at the School of Folk Music,
Painting and sculpting with Nanny in art class,

Play date at the private academy,
Overseen by teachers with clip boards.

Consultant promises it will improve her profile
Essays and interviews
Applications and strategies
Almost three years old,
Seeking an elite pre-schools.


II.
On good days,
Mama will talk about the foods as she puts them in the cart,
Labeling fruits and vegetables,
Revealing their names.

Most weeks
She is distracted,
Tallying the items, deciding what necessity to live without.

Wednesday, February 8

War is Peace



"We should start considering ... arming the opposition. The bloodletting has got to stop," Sen. John McCain, R-Ariz., said.

5,000 dead
Now he wants to arm masses with machine guns
To stop the flow of Syrian wounds

Bodies will litter the streets
Blood will run like rivers
Children will ache for lost parents
Panic and terror, the only certainties

The bloodletting has to stop

Tuesday, February 7

Dark Lessons in Daylight


School Linked to Abuse Claims Will Replace Entire Faculty

Mouths covered with duct tape
Eyes obscured by blindfolds
Cockroaches skitter across perfect cheeks
In his classroom

What dark lessons taught
In daylight?

We passed in linoleum lined hallways
For 30 years
Commented on weather under the same florescent lights
Languished in the same droning meetings
Bemoaned identical meager checks

What happened behind your closed door?
Amidst fading bulletin boards and outdated text books
What dark lessons taught
In daylight? 

Monday, February 6

Homeless


Homeless Families, Cloaked in Normality


Hours stolen on endless bus rides and train stops
Metro cards and transfers
Hauling baby and diaper bag
Praying for deliverance

Shelter to work to daycare to work to shelter
Cold city blurs past the window
Head between knees, gasping for air
Searching for home

Saturday, February 4

Hama=Homs (Revised)


Defiant Syrians Speaking Out About 1982 Killings


I .  1982  
The walls have ears
For many years
We would not speak of it
As if lips sewn shut ,
Tongues ripped from their roots,
Wordless beasts of burden.

Streets  emptied of our fathers
Brothers and uncles pulled from their homes
Husbands dragged away, disappeared.

40,000 vanish
Voiceless, we grieve 

II. 2011
Red graffiti drips from school house walls:
"Freedom, freedom and freedom, only."

As paint dried
Boys rounded up, beaten, raped.

Parents searching for sons told, “Forget that you have these kids. Go and make other ones.”
And if they refused,
“Bring us your wives, and we will make children for you.”

III. 
Raw screams rip through parched mouths
Suppressed words escape from clenched teeth
Riots in the roads
Fists face machine guns
Tanks and bullets will not silence us again 

Friday, February 3

Hama=Homs (Part I.)


Defiant Syrians Speaking Out About 1982 Killings

I.  The walls have ears
For many years
We would not speak of it
As if lips sewn shut ,
Tongues ripped from their roots,
Wordless beasts of burden.

Streets  emptied of our fathers
Brothers and uncles pulled from their homes
Husbands dragged away,  disappeared

Thursday, February 2

Magnificent Bastards


The Hard Way Out of Afghanistan


On windswept road
Near Ugly Mountain
A young American sweeps for mines

Detonates one
Then another
Steps on a third 

Left leg explodes
Flesh vanishes
Leaving only shattered bone
And dangling foot, bereft of combat boot

All this in exchange for the modest Afghan flag
Waving on rough timber
Above a formerly Taliban stronghold

Wednesday, February 1


In Spanish Village, Everyone’s a Winner, Almost


Round cage covered in flaking gold paint
Revealed our fortunes
The whole village win

Winding streets will be overrun with bankers
and peddlers, selling fancy cars and shiny appliances

Fields will be plowed by plump farmers
Carafes of Spanish wine poured for everyone
Wives run to the hairdresser to celebrate
But she won too, isn’t working today

Perhaps children will stay in this blessed village
The siren’s song of the world, stifled by such luck