He said it once.
It's a crusade.
Then his handlers made him stop,
Thinking the word might alarm
Muslims and others attuned
To religious conflict
I thought it was an oil war
To support his business friends
And satisfy our appetite.
But now I see:
He charges "Evil
"As a Christian judgement,
Adding religious purpose
To his qu I will wake again in darkness
Another jet drops homeward Crooked as a drunkard's ramble
Its amber eyes dim the Indus night
Its tiger-roar breaks my reverie.
How can such fat geese become spears?
Pierce the flanks of landmarks,
Dump them into our arms like best friends dying
Shedding flame, smoke and blood -- body parts
The rubble buries everyone unbiased
Monsters, victims and heroes alike,
Step pyramids cut in negative to lift out their ashes
Borne away reverent, for sacred payback.
I will wake again in darkness
And make up my quiet bed
Like a night-dropped agent
Who bundles up his parachute
And stretches an ear for friendly shadows.