by Winona Baker
Those who think
war is a video game
and clutch body bags full of quarters
don't mind a killing
Young boys hugged their sex
during dim matinees and saw
cowboys shoot ride off on horses
blinked out tryin' to walk 'n
talk like John Wayne
‘power eclipsing Hiroshima'
Is there a family in hiding
with a pubescent daughter
‘I want to be more than a housewife'
her writing pen trembles
Is there an artist
painting Guernica
