Nov 152012

by Daniel Wilcox

After the slaughter on the borderline

Of Pakistan or Afghanistan…

Too many last stands of misperceptive dining

Backward unwinding human remembrance—

A field of bloated nightmares among the leaves of corn,

And the crows, ravening

With hundreds of odd ‘angled’ corpses

Lying abandoned on a field near any Mason-Dixon,

There’s a ‘fallow’ soldier shrieks.


Who’s to say from which side of which Compromise?

Behind a wall in Jerusalem or Gaza,

From which trained siding he will soon join the night train?

Clutched to his ‘graven’ locomotive, somber

As it clacks away into history’s brazen wind