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December 27th, 2004

AT RANDOM

Over two hundred U.S. military deaths since the U.S. election last month, as of today. I see a lot of ernest young Neocons pointing to "troop optimism" in the field without realizing how few choices one has on the line in combat -- support, go awol, start fragging. There is no fourth choice in practice, in arms, under fire. An election in a war and under occupation is insane. Fighting a "fourth force war" with WWII capture the flag tactics is...stupid. Why is it that the people and courts of the Ukraine seem to take their elections and election irregularities more seriously than we do? Too bad we seem incapable of fielding an antiwar movement today that doesn't drag in every favorite cause of the hard left, but boils down to the issue at hand. Iraq is not going to be a democracy. It is now a haven of terrorists and a breeding ground for new ones, more effective ones, and it was none of this before we went tear assing in, the infamous 7th Cavalry (or Little Big Horn fame--take no prisoners) leading the way.

Time to do my annual update of my regular website. Among other changes and shameless self-promotion, I'm going to rescue some of the poetry lost on the late, great Poetry Exchange. Here's one, written in 1991:

18:2 I DREAM

"And a mighty angel took up a stone like a great millstone, and cast it into the sea, saying, Thus with violence shall the great city Babylon be thrown down, and shall be found no more at all." The Book of Revelations 18:21

DAYBREAK ON THE DAY OF THE NIGHT OF BABYLON AND I THINK
OF A SUNDAY AFTERNOON IN DECEMBER, MY PARENTS VISITING ATLANTA
IN DEFIANCE OF THE COLD OF WINTER, LUNCHING AT CAMELIA GARDENS,
WHEN THE POLICE CAME AND ARRESTED THE STAFF. "YOU CAN'T GET GOOD SERVICE
ANYMORE," MY MOTHER SAID, BUT MY FATHER DIDN'T LAUGH
DECEMBER 7, 1941
AND A WORLD WAS DONE.
I DREAM AT DAWN IN THE BITTER CHILL OF MY OFFICE
OF THE NIGHT OF BABYLON.
PUPPETS PREDICTABLE KNEE-JERK ON. I HEARD THE SCREAM
AGAIN OF BLUE AND GREY BENEATH MY FEET;
THEY MARCH AGAIN ON PEACHTREE CREEK. AGONY OF AEON
DEATH. JERICHO MISSILES POISED ON THE KAABAH
BEFORE THIS DAY WAS DONE THE OLD PROPHET'S BLOOD
WOULD TINT THE SUN.
BAGHDAD LIKES ON THE RUINS BETWEEN THE RIVERS OF BABYLON.
THE SWORD'S BLOODTHIRSTY HORROR - EVEN CHILDREN DO NOT
WAIL: 86 E.N. COWERS BEFORE THE FLAMING TRAIL.
EVEN ON THE EVE OF DESTRUCTION THEIR LEADERS BELIEVE THEY CANNOT
FAIL.
FALL, FALL UPON BABYLON, YOU ARMIES OF A HUNDRED
STANDARDS; DEATH IS ALL THE WORLD KNOWS AT DAYBREAK,
TRACERS SALUTE THE RISING GOD ABOVE THE SAD CITY.

for Hussein al-Tikriti
(First Published in "Savage Redneck Babylon")


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