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WHAT ARE THOSE TRAINING BRAS TRAINING THEM FOR

WHAT ARE THOSE TRAINING BRAS TRAINING THEM FOR

It isn’t that women
didn’t have breasts
when I was young

And it isn’t
that I didn’t notice
without of course too much
appearing to notice

But what’s
with all this
in your face
lifting and pointing

All this pairamilitary
upping of the calibers
from 32’s to 38’s to 45’s
all the way to bazooka

From succor and delight
to ready for a fight

And is it just
some harmless plastic
or les explosifs plastique

Perhaps we need to let
the UN inspectors in

BACH IN IRAQ

BACH IN IRAQ

I should have seen it coming

All the songs are machine guns now

It is not so far from rock, to rap

to rat-a-tat-tat

the beats getting harder and harder

and closer and closer together

Sitting at an Austin stop sign

cars filled with soldiers on each side

In a cross-fire of decibels, I think

“No one is playing Bach in Iraq”

as all three cars shudder and shake

I lift my hands in surrender

they keep firing

ON THE OTHER HAND

ON THE OTHER HAND

In Haifa
we visited a home
with original paintings by Chagall
(You know how he can always
make you feel like you can fly)
and a bomb shelter
under the stairs

Stopped at a wall by a bus stop
with one stone for each child
killed in the explosion

And looked down on the harbor
across the order and beauty
of the gardens of the Bahai

Looked out across the water
to Lebanon where the last
rockets flew