Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Monday, March 30, 2009

Poem In Praise of Not Caring

I am pro no bullshit. Like a dog
is pro food. I am in favor
of taking my hand and never shoving it
down someone's throat, searching
for gold. When a bomb is
deconstructed, whose body is inside?
I vote our mothers'. That way when
it explodes, it spreads dust that smells
of a son's fear of punishment.
I vote our daughters'. When it falls
it screams the high pitched whistle
of a father's pride that dies
when disappointed, then suddenly rekindles.
I vote men. Men sell only three things.
Who counts the dead? Not caring is how land finds rest.

3 comments:

...and Enide said...

Wow. Are you okay?

Andrew said...

oh, i'm fine...this was from when israel was fighting with gaza so much. i couldn't stand it. thank you for asking, though!

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