War I

$21 billion seems a fair price in the cycle of raping that slides from the top down, a tumbling of dominos tipped with a quick stroke from the pen, each knowing how their hands touched the heads of 85,000 dead Iraqis, absolved from punishment as they sit back in the glow of burning fields, palms greased with crude, shaking hands on side deals. Aleathia Drehmer 2007 Published by Covert Poetics 7/08