As you drafted
Syrian troops,
in
other
daylight, fired
across the Euphrates.
the far banks
dead
word
explosions,
the chain reaction
stars and
hydrogen bombs.
I heard a sun break,
the membrane between
words
a
sentence /
Fatherless
can become
fuel
Today,
and boys
in gasoline, light
glide them up over
their kite
enemy’s
grain fields.
half-
of perfect knowledge,
their grandkids
climbing
See:
their half-
now
a eulogy,
that
hemisphere’s
mortars
They hoped for
a sudden barrage of
dad’s
pinging from the
beginning
that fuels
viruses and
a thinning of
language and
pooling grief. Two
can be
complete
devastation.
elementary particles
walking
for fission reactions.
girls
soak sugar sacks
and
the wall,
hoping to land
bombs in their
future
And our dead
dads, sipping the
sugar milk tea
see it:
/ the walls.
all
lives are
/ half-ours.