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[amuse]

i wrote this in the spring of '02. it wasn't meant to be political, more of a cry from the heart. i remember thinking one day looking at tv that i couldn't see his baby eyes. some people you can see clear back to childhood. so i "heard" the first paragraph and on the way home worked on the rest. got home and wrote it down, slightly altered for the crucial lack of pen and paper earlier.

(be warned, it's apparently not that great, haven't heard from The New Yorker :p).


If I had your Address I'd
Send it to
You

So you
Could reunite
Rewrite the
World
Explore
That long forgotten
Vault, that
Catacomb-forever-sealed
Discover what -
What!
Blighted distortion maimed
You so?
Long ago
That you
Portray
Such equanimity,
As if
The return of a
Murdered
Child would
Bring only a
Shrug, an "I meant to"
Even were that
Infant

You would you
Break down dissolve into the
Universes surrounding
Us
If you
Reunited
With the
Baby you left behind
(never wanted
to be could've
been),
Bin Laden?