Iraq Prayer
by Samartha
Vashishtha
Onto
my
brown-green
earth
spinning
thunder
explosions
silence
blood
Onto
my
brown-green
earth
pastas,
sauces
mad
rush
awful
tablemanners
Light
in
my lap
Light
I
touch
Light
my
world
Light
you
raze me
to ground
like
a
baby demon
learning to
use his fork.
Lord
Lord
of sin
of colour
of fire
like
a
teavendor
boiling
his milk
over and over again
like
a
poet
losing touch
cooking words
bless
my
wounds
my
dreams
of
a fat man
redeem.
Give
me victory
give me defeat
give
life
give death.
