selected poems of Arlen Riley Wilson

To the Persian Gulf: Thanks


			
	
	Thank you for reminding  me I live in a world
		no longer home
	To any of the seventy thousand
		counted by the  Red Cross/Crescent
	Dead babies, with such parents, playmates,. siblings,  elders
	As were incidental to a thing called victory.
	
	Both sides
		were claiming victory today. I had forgotten that I live here
		in this multiracial residential club that howls with glee
		as members kill its members.
	
	I must have joined. There is
	No protocol for resignation. So cheers and here's to heroism
	All around.
	
	Surrounded as I am in this small corner by the
	Kindness and intelligence of deviates I almost had forgotten
	How it is, but thanks to this reminder
		you can bet
			I won't forget again.
		
	

	



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