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.


...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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