They Do Get Around

They Do Get Around


They hanged Saddam, that poor old horse, at 3 AM.
Now horseless, the demon who rode him for 50 years
swirls in the desert, stirring up sand, stirring up dreams
in the brains of U.S. Marines camped there for the night.

At first light, the demon who rode Saddam Hussein,
that poor dead horse, for 50 years, enters the brain
of a young marine, a furious corporal from Idaho.
When he gets back to Boise, he'll run for Congress.


Harvey Goldner