poem
Volume 37, Number 2

Of Green Island, NY

Why wait for a round number?
Let's hear it today for 1259, 
and the agony of Spc. David Fisher, 21.
And what about that gorgeous, lost
sniper boy from Maine, 1241.

Who cares if the bodies are heaped
until our cup overflows? 
Who looks at the bodies of our enemies
or reads the angry emails ricocheting through
the secret capillaries of the nation?

Drink deep this bitter
draught of sand
of death by the odds
of Spc. Erik Hayes, of Cascade
of Sergio Diaz Verela, of Lomita.


—Anna K. Gold