BILBO BAGGINS II
Genocide. Conquest. Slaughter. War.
Suicide bombers blow themselves up inside crowded buildings.
“Thanks for the sandwich, Mom. I’m going out now. I’m going to blow myself up inside a
crowded shopping mall.”
“All right. Give me a kiss before you go. And be careful.”
Oppression. Terrorism. Maiming. Invasion.
It’s good to wake up and have a cup of joe, smell fresh-cut grass, watch a Sox game on TV.
There is no war in my basement.
I will eat popcorn, and I will put my legs up, too.
A version of this poem first appeared in In/Words, Nov 2006, Issue 6.2
Genocide. Conquest. Slaughter. War.
Suicide bombers blow themselves up inside crowded buildings.
“Thanks for the sandwich, Mom. I’m going out now. I’m going to blow myself up inside a
crowded shopping mall.”
“All right. Give me a kiss before you go. And be careful.”
Oppression. Terrorism. Maiming. Invasion.
It’s good to wake up and have a cup of joe, smell fresh-cut grass, watch a Sox game on TV.
There is no war in my basement.
I will eat popcorn, and I will put my legs up, too.
A version of this poem first appeared in In/Words, Nov 2006, Issue 6.2