"This just in, US troops have just..."
your pores stop breathing,
as your vision spreads out
over the rolling dunes of Iraq,
the anchorman lowers you
into a small, southern village
where once an ambitious and silent hunter
decided to squat down over the warm, black soil
to insert a tiny seed,
a small epiphany
that sprouted an entire age
that has rippled out slowly to enshroud the world
with the glamorous notion of abundance
transforming every little section of our minds
and now back again,
like the tide
you witness a barbaric man
peering down the cross-sected viewfinder of his gun
and he pulls his tiny trigger,
collapsing bodies into the white sand,
as small children scatter wildly into dark places,
where they will starve.
Jamila Livergood
