Dark Angel
The wings of a dark angel
descend again in Baghdad
two more American soldiers
return home in wooden boxes
flag-draped and hidden
from public sight
more than a hundred this month
fallen
more wounded
But those who live there
count their losses
in the thousands
tens of thousands
and the war goes on
and the bombs go off
more each day
And those who survive
will tell you
death has a nameand
they endlessly repeat it
as they cry out in grief
and rend their garments
Amer-ika
Amer-ika
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