The Bombs Bursting in Air
Isn't it ironic?
Love of war
is so great that
bombs are
iconic.
From the counties to the nations,
governmental celebrations
commemorate
their holidays designate
with mini-conflagrations
of wars - with beautification.
FireWorks, like real bombs,
foul the air with
particles;
lucky us, we suffer not
as do "allied"
Iraqis
who have been shocked and awed
by the genuine
articles.
Small and wan,
and distant,
this perfunctory
celebratory
rocketry,
for Baghdad's
"victory,"
calls to their minds the
crematory
we made of this now
foster-child of
nobody.
So the Conqueror,
with all his
dignity,
and majestic
generosity,
gives them a
giant Key
to their own
city.