Just yesterday as I drove Gherkinwards
Along the busy, sunny Whitechapel
Road, I jerked and woke up in New York
Five years ago, and just the same, grappled
With downtown traffic and wrong turns. Blue sky,
Vain towers, blue eyes, dark hair, all enmeshed
In the September heat. Nagasaki,
Pearl Harbour, Dresden, here in London. Flesh
And flame all smells the same. It can’t happen
Here. Again. Not to us. We are rich
And powerful. But we can bomb Iran,
Iraq, or any non-white places which
We don’t like. Even though we ain’t been there.
Rogers, or some old mosque: what’s to compare?
Mon 11 Sep 2006
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