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War bubbles up in the tea we're about to drink
between the alligators who live there
and the giant dragonflies who want to
A lumpy black form pulls itself up from the murky dregs
When the war is over a white cloth will fall from the sky
whose hem will be drenched in blood
I hope no one notices the heavy breathing in the corner
where the war began
I hope no one's fortunate enough to have won
©2002, Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore
Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore has had books of his poems published by City Lights of San Francisco and Syracuse University Press (The Blind Beekeeper, 2001), works in theater as a writer, director and performer, is also a puppeteer, and lives in Philadelphia. His work can be found on various sites (Google, Yahoo or AOL search) under the names: Daniel Moore, Abd al-Hayy Moore and Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore, all of which he responds to if called.
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