The March of Birds & Bodies
Forty-seven more dead yesterday
But let us not say.
Words rubbed so raw with facts
Fall rank and flat on dull heads.
But these birds with no wings!
These elephants with no trunks!
What of these storks with baby bundles of bodies?
All these deformed four-leggeds in tiny rooms?
And all we see are geese with golden eggs,
American eagles and blue angels
Bringing home some so-called life
From the depths of Enduring Freedom
Where wings are clipped
And souls are caged.