I have traveled to the edge of Iraq
And peered over.
She panted treacherously.
It is not strange coming out of
The stifled mouth of national war.
It is not easily uttered, these
Words of internal detonations.
It is not compliant, this laceration
Of autonomy `gainst thy neighbor.
She beseeched the air.
I have traveled to the edge of Iraq
And peered over.
Lunged of war.
