JUNE/JULY 2008: POETRY Casualties This is a smart poem as certain bombs are smart. This poem knows where to land. This poem will not mutilate the hands of children, blow arms from their sockets. This poem is Deliberate. Forget it. Trajectory of national apologies, please, baby, please, stay on target. But I can't promise when I kiss you my eyes won't bulge, a survivor sucking the air, mess of ash, ass- backwards, alive. This poem will kill the right people.…
Karin Granberg-MichaelsonJune 1, 2008