Friday, December 24, 2010

To the rock of Sisyphus: North Korea

To the rock of Sisyphus: North Korea

: A tide, yes a tide of blood.
We say so weedy a race

only happens in mythology. 
There the famished plump

the bellies of their camels in wars
empty of complaints.

Unicorns thin out
in paper jungles

to survive the vinegar
of our contracted livers.

Uta’s stare, and the absolute silence
of slender bony people

wearing black cornflowers,
and purple cabbage-roses

on their surgically enhanced
lipped smiles at funerals

revive our fears.  There is no Shangri-La,
no forest, or canyon far enough

to stand guard against their stiff
lean assault on peace.

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