THE END OF THE POEM
to Kylan Jones-Huffman
and to all the boys in Iraq
Tank tracks.
The squirrel drinking from the puddle
takes flight.
Somebody,s shooting.
The woman
makeing up her face
is dropping the lipstick.
Somebody,s shooting.
The poem
of a soldier
remains unfinished.
Somebody,s shooting through.
Am I the woman
from the Balkans
who has to continue it?