Mickey Z
Cool Observer
Friday, January 21, 2005
Stillborn (a new poem by Mickey Z.)
Somewhere…
in the back streets of Mosul
(or maybe Falluja)
it happens like a
meteor streaking across the
pre-dawn horizon
An Iraqi girl or (as she’d rather be called) teen…
standing before a window
conjures
a new thought
Something never before conceptualized
The sort of notion that, if nurtured and respected,
might alter the course of human history
Before she can savor more than three
seconds of epiphany...before her eyes can even display
the joy of revelation
she is mistaken for an “insurgent”
(or was it “terrorist”?)
Amercan-made bullets enter
her face...her neck..her chest
Sun begins to rise
Rays of light shoot through
bullet holes in the tattered window shade
The girl takes one last breath
as another day begins
Copyright © 2005-2007 Mickey Z.
