Zeus instructs his Legions

“All we are breaking are stones”
Afghan Militia Leader on the destruction of the
Buddhas at Bamiyan.

 

If only we could call them in 
like they call in air strikes
carpet bombing hillsides with
blank verse

If only we could write them large
like Bamiyan
Buddha
heads
before a lorry load of TNT
did its work.

or is it our calling to be eternal drones
remotely circling enemy positions
(the nerves of our minders jangled
by the very first blast of caffeine)

will our poems be the I-E-D’s
of a new millennium, or musick
piped into the Mall of America -
like laughing gas.

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