Look at me, George.
I知 the oncology lab report,
the malignant truth metastasizing
every time an American soldier is injured or killed.
I知 in your lymph nodes, your bone marrow, your lungs.
Look at me, George.
I知 the murky swamp you paddled into three years ago.
I知 the eight-inch gash in your canoe,
the crocodile stepping off the bank, sliding into the water,
disappearing beneath the surface.
Look at me, George.
I知 the Joshua tree, gnarled and spiked,
waving you into the Promised Land.
I知 the bristlecone pine two miles above sea level,
thriving on adversity: you can稚 outlast me.
I知 the river you can稚 dam,
the flood you can稚 check,
the voice with ten thousand faces.
I知 the indelible blood on your hands, George.
Take your gloves off, and look at me.
I知 the pursuer, and you池e the prey.
Standing There
Anywhere USA
Cindy Sheehan
The Unmistakable Imprint of Love
Bert Sacks
Visiting Ahmed's Family
Every Iraqi Knows
