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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY - 06/2012
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FRANK A. POSSEMATO By The Numbers On the screen the host pontificates that as many lives that were lost in the Iraq war the number is actually smaller than in past wars suggesting somehow long dead revolutionaries are any consolation at all to those that live with loss, his face fades into the corresponding graph the colored bars scarier than any of Bosch’s hells for the painter just missed the truth dreaming of reality and passing it off as the screaming afterlife, but these lines on the screen paint the door that backs us to the meta-world where five inches below a chart of mobile phone use in Iraq is a chart of civilian deaths and nowhere in his presentation is Jose, whose wounds would have killed him just one generation ago, who returns 7,600 miles to El Segundo to find the four steps leading to his door hereafter insurmountable. And how do these numbers contain the guardsman who died in a war over zero Weapons of Mass Destruction and leaves behind a two year old daughter he only really knew in pictures who will live her long life fatherless with countless chances to ask what might have been? |
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