Second Political Poem
this morning
despite the clock
i asked to up the stakes
on the radio
heard
some official in iraq
say the state
is being rebuilt
and his american friends
were just visitors
holding their hands on the hilt
on his behalf
and i
after leaving
thought
for a few minutes
about change of hands
about prague
spring
and the readiness
to fulfill the demands
of the workers
this is the point of entry
this is ground zero
the new world
make no mistake about it