Victory in Iraq

Victory in Iraq
April 2003


Bush II sips his blood-red bubbly,
one bullet in the glass,
upstairs in the White House.
He nibbles pretzels of victory.

The horror he manipulated
exploits the TV screen.
Marines place the flag, lasso
a statue of Baghdad’s dictator.

Bush II must telephone Daddy. First
he belches from a toothy Texas grin
under brine-black eyes,
a brainy mangle of manure.

Somewhere in Baghdad,
on a solitary bed, lies an
armless boy, newly orphaned,
his face asleep, innocent agony.


Clifton Snider

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