By Patricia Goodwin

the world fights one civil war

there are no more countries
only banks

we fight ourselves
with our own guns

you who are there in the dust
you who know
nothing but your own ecstasy
at being shot at
the thrill of the kill
the erection
of living for now

sparrows learn to fly high out of gun shot
in a country occupied yet again

the blue eyes of the elders glaze over when you speak
half-heartedly, they stab the juice box with the straw you gave them
while you mispronounce their language

poppies bob in the breeze

with or without your death

the road inches closer to the pipeline

Patricia Goodwin is a writer and poet, and author of the book, Atlantis (Plum Press, 2006), poems about the United States being another Atlantis.