Nancy L. Meek

GOOD MORNING, IRAQ!

Awarded: January 13, 2007At six o’clock, a tyrant fell
with Allah on his lips
mid heated shouts of, “Go to hell!”
when, “Clang!!” his footing slips!

Without wings, the earthling drops,
rope and gravity worthy foes;
snapping… slicing as he stops,
the proof his blue blood flows.

December 30… 6:01,
in the year two thousand six,
a black-clad corpse, relaxing,
hung; bulging eyes… transfixed.

Six hundred seconds… 6:10 a.m.
the hangmen’s job past done,
The man is dead; but then again,
not so the war begun.