Five
On the day of the 5 year anniversary of the Iraq war.
Five
fingers on my hand
count down to five
breaths I have to take
to clear my head of
seven devils and five
years you’ve been able to fake
two wars and five decades
of detonation, leading up to these last
four years
four years
four years
for years I’ve know you worked in shadow
with five corners spread in defense
lock down your cross and halo
cause I’m gonna use it to build a fence
around the ones who can’t stand up
cause you’ve broken all their bones
around the ones who’ve burned their backs
cause you’ve bombed all their homes
around the ones who wake up hungry
and the ones who wake up late
and you will wake up holy
in your satanic godly hate
and I will take
Five
breaths
for each
Year
Of Our Deaths
Five
minutes
for each
limb
to grow back
the last
Five
Ages of Man
stones in my back–
and I wonder
what true numbers hold
these five years I’ve birthed
a dragon, black.
