you’re dozing
you don’t feel a sharp pain
the mosquito is fed and gone
you’re dozing
you feel a sharp pain
you wake
the mosquito flies away
you build a dyke
drain the swamp
all mosquitoes die
a yappy dog
finds the pack of sleeping lions
creeps to the biggest
bites the nose
all the lions will cower
the yappy dog believed
al–qaida
islam’s traitor
sixty years ago
the enemy destroyed our cities
we destroyed theirs
and them
thirty years ago
an enemy wrecked so many human souls
now its only home
a lab
i think
it’s more because
the fools are noisy
waking the baby