In the Waters of the Patoka
In the waters
of the Patoka
I have seen
human blood
& chemical waste.
In the winter woods
I have seen
hanging on bare
branches the flesh
of our sons &
daughters burned
beside the waters
of the Tigris
& Euphrates.
Babylon is
everywhere on
my mind & in
the hills I hear
the wailing
of women
& children
turned out of
their homes by
those who pray,
in a slightly
different way,
to the same gods.
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