Thursday, July 17, 2003


pacific sunlight stretches through the room
and gives the plant nearby the door a glow
of holiness: it smiles through the gloom
this thursday eve'ning's newscasts have to show.
four shots across Korea's DMZ
did echo all the way to washington
but there the thun'drous noise happened to be
Prime Minister Blair's words with Bush the son.
Blair's oratory beautifully laid out
the Western duty to the modern world,
while gath'ring clouds of war again blot out
the sun that dries all bloody flags unfurled.
when comes the morning of this awful night,
too short the pause will be 'fore the next fight.

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