14 old white men
circle a marble table
high gloss
black, white veins with crystal fleck
holding forearms
and the weight of a nation –
quiet decisions in the glow of a Tiffany lamp
leave nation states fate decided
and the lives of 3000
the initial collateral damage –
savage faces drool and puff
over the ramifications and potential
global *******
breaking on the horizon
if only the towers would fall –
pre-Fall morning
birds chirp as blue skies shine
earliest frost touch the shaded places
as dew, glistening
reflects the new era
post-Newton laws apply
and the insane run the asylum –
free-fall images
and a purple dress plummeting
draw ire… but not to Iraqi civilians
oh, no
my ire is fire in my belly for the sellers of my country
for oil profiteering
and empire building
corporate expansion
and rain water crime –
patriotism died one day
years ago...
it was replaced with blind obedience
and freedom from thought –