Two Soldiers
I read
with anger
today:
the death of two soldiers.
Mutilated.
Throats slit.
Two mothers’ angels.
Two fathers perhaps.
Two men
two lovers
their women
as yet
unaware.
The Pentagon denied
the allegations:
there is no evidence
there are no indications
the men were pummeled with stones.
A medical examination
they said
contradicted witness
and military reports.
To the wife
the child
the lover
to the mother
sitting by the fireside
looping a ribbon
to fasten to her front porch
death is death.
Murder is murder
and war
no matter how portrayed
is still unhappily war.
There are no accounts
that buffer the pain.
There are no excuses
no political expediencies
that restore
what has been so senselessly lost.
there is no evidence
there are no indications
And yet
from the day you savaged Iraq
from the day we lifted our voices
in mighty opposition
from the day the Iraqi soldiers
were killed
mutilated
pummeled by weapons of mass destruction
we have heard
nothing
but
excuses
political expediencies
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