Tag: direct address

March 17, 2003

We slept soundly during the night, beloveds, and when I woke
yous were wrapped around me and I thought it was this that had
let me dream of windows and doors opening and light entering, a
relief from my recent dreams that have been so full of occupations.

But we wake up and all we hear in the birds’ songs is war.

When the birds sing outside our window they sing of the end of
negotiations with the UN, of the Dow soaring on confidence of a
short war, of how rebel forces in the Central African Republic have
dissolved parliament and suspended the constitution, of the
resumption of the trading in oil futures in London after protestors
broke into the building and fights broke out on the trading pit.

They sing of how someone makes Natalie Maines apologize for her
shame that the president of the United States is from Texas, of
seven people, killed in Palestine, of drug-resistant pneumonia that
continues to spread, and of the worldwide mourning for Rachel
Corrie.

The birds also sing of how celebrities in Los Angeles are getting
their manicures and their hair done as they always do.