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