2016 04 – Gone West (poem)

GONE WEST

 

The suicide bomber and a

button

around him people turn to

mutton

for death is a glutton

Je suis Charlie

and on a good day

Machiavelli

Je suis Bruxelles

I can also be

Hell.

a pilot high above the rest

sends people

West

Je suis Syrie

pray for me

Je suis Irak

destroyed and on the

rack

Je suis Afghanistan

floating on blood

where will I

land

 

Wilson John Haire.