by Sara K. Penrod
Tuesday, February 26, 2002
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with thanks to Adrienne Rich
Federal officials suspect foul play
is at the root of a Florida anthrax fatality.
The nightly news emphasizes
that this is not the terrorists’ style.
Earlier Tuesday, in the first daylight raids,
a lone plane dropped a bomb before dawn.
Next door, my neighbor’s flag is caught
in his gutter, the wind trying to free it.
In Palestine, schoolchildren hold rallies
in the street and burn American flags,
and Rumsfeld prepares American people
for ground troops to be sent into Afghanistan.
The Dow Jones industrial average dropped,
as expected, for the third day in a row.
The food falling from the Afghan skies will not
meet the needs of people vulnerable to starvation.
“We go forward to defend freedom
and all that is good and just in our world.”
This is a ghazal I wrote for my workshop class. It doesn't adhere strictly to form; in fact it doesn't adhere to any part of the form except that it's in couplets, and I borrowed it from Adrienne Rich and give it back again. Anything in italics and quotations does not come from my head--the first stanza I stole from USAToday.com and the third I borrowed from NBC News online. The last stanza--the one in quotations--is from George W. Bush's 11 September speech.
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