Sow
in the Sand
North
of Baghdad
the
Euphrates
and
Tigris
draw
together
to irrigate the land
once
called
Babylon.
Its
gardens
grew
out of time, over time
with
their luscious beauty.
There
was once a king
who
wanted to build
the
tallest tower ever
the
rest
is history.
Mesopotamia:
ancient
womb
turned
into sand,
observing
serenely
from
the marshes of al ‘Ubaid
to
the
land
of
Ur
.
Abraham
walked one day
to
the burning bush to make
a
final sacrifice. He wanted
to
start a nation
the
rest is known.
The
Sumerians dominated
the
land for three thousand years,
they
are also gone.
After
that tyrannies multiplied.
There
is a quality
inherent
to the sand:
try
to hold it and will run
from
your hands;
it
can’t be conquered,
it
can’t be molded.
After
this red mirage
and
the sandstorms,
the
Tigris
and
Euphrates
will
still remain.
on
their waters sails a promise
of
a seed in the sand.
Promised
Land
Fresh
from the sweatshops in
Hong
Kong
,
Korea
,
Singapore
,
to
the great shelves of
America
:
yellow
ribbons, empty phrases
wheelchairs
for those who
won’t
be able to wear Adidas anymore.
Crude
from the sand,
red
sun creates a mirage
while
the oil bleeds away
to
the land of asphalt and
Humvees.
From
the southern land we do not
call
America
,
little Indian hands
craft
a towel for the bath.
What
the fisherman once said
got
lost in translation:
it
will be easier for a camel to hit
a
land mine, than for a CEO
to
go to heaven.
Here
in the Promised Land:
vomiting
Hollywood
into the world
doping
ourselves and the kids
dreaming
in
Disneyland
.
The
antichrist sleeps
at
the White House tonight.
Liar,
Liar
I
got you!
When
you were planning
the
financial operation,
you
forgot to plan
the
military evacuation.
Every
Kindergarten military strategist
knows
you don’t make a plan
without
a provision for withdrawal
in
the event the strategies don’t work
as
planned or your brown-nosing media
cannot
keep up with the lie.
But
you were busy counting the oil dollars,
Rumsfeld
lying,
Condoleezza
fixing her attire.
Hope
the voice of your consciousness
that
camps outside your ranch
reminds
you that you don’t have
a
face to save now.
