this diary is dedicated to all who suffer because of war
we love and support our troops, just as we love and support the Iraqi people – without exception, or precondition, or judgment
we have no sympathy for the devil
we acknowledge the power to act that is in us
cross-posted at MyLeftWing, BooMan Tribune, and my blog.
images and poem below the fold
A man who was wounded during Thursday night’s suicide bomb attack, lies in a hospital in Hilla, about 100 km (60 miles) south of Baghdad, February 2, 2007. Two suicide bombers killed 45 people and wounded 150 when they blew themselves up at a crowded market in the Iraqi town of Hilla on Thursday, police said.
REUTERS/Mushtaq Muhammad (IRAQ)
Bone Song
by Tom Lavazzi
It doesn’t turn anymore
the worn stone
the seasons halted at winter
I remember
when two bones, rubbed together
made people laugh
and weep at times
now, many rest
like broken marionettes
in shallow pits
It will always be cold
The new bread
common and tasteless
is no longer made here
warm like a cat
And vacant carriages
with wheels deaf as faces
never leave the pale houses
Yet I stay a moment longer
at the table
looking at the waxed and wired skull
wondering how to answer it
The eyes, no eyes
already have begun
to reclaim
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