uday & qusay

2 dead men––
   their bodies
   riddled with 20
   bullets
each

may have been
   the sons of damn
saddam.

trapped in a
   palace out-structure,
   they resisted an
   army for a
time

until the walls
   eroded to dust
   from massive
   gunfire & their
   lives caved
in.

of course, they may
   have been
   captured, but our
   enemies have no
   voices in
iraq.

all justice
   has been
gagged.

$25 million in
   betrayal money was
   posted, but
   identity is
uncertain.

one man was
   shaved to be
   more recognizable &
   the other’s
   face was re-con
   structed to favor
   comparison with his living
form.

dried
   blood was left on
   their faces for the
   camera’s
sake.

“these are the
fruits of our labors, our
offering to you, o,
God.”

the iraqis do not
   believe these
pictures.

this is not about
   oil, not about strategic
   presence or israeli
   imperatives, &
   surely not about
democracy,

this is about an
   imperial
   Presidential
grudge &

these guys are
   tokens in a
   game of
cards.

“stuff these
   birds & consign
   them to Crawford,
Texas.”