big stalks wooding into song-line orchard
your memory will one day feed many.

a seed throws its first singing feeler, forgiving,
the earth bears it to break through.

III. kabul, february 2010

justice for all typed into the tin toy asleep
in the shape of a midnight crib, she falls into sleep,
clouds into the before birth night, contiguous with her kicking baby
two pregnant women bombed to death

US fourfold increase in night raids
civilians, children fading into borderland
sleep inbetween from where there is no waking
mess of strewn tin toy soldiers
greetings in english hellos
a teenage girl smashed under rubble
a policeman and his brother crushed together into one body

US distributes checks to buy the lives they broke

retaliation suicide bombings

IV. dawn

smashed cement, collapsed arteries:
meeting lines into power lines, wasted lives.