the bodies of the dead tied
to the backs of boats
and pulled ashore
the sound of flies descending
a noise like prayer
a silence like being fucked
at the edge of a desert
someone's son found
nailed to a fence
returned to god
or left for the crows
only obvious truths
the woman on the floor
who says the baby isn't hers
the baby wrapped in
bloody rags and shoved
beneath the kitchen sink
nameless and without hope
and a storm moving in
from the west
the president's daughter
naked in a windowless room
tied to a bed and laughing
while the camera rolls
our definitions of freedom
always without any
real meaning
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