Syria

 

 pick a hole in the ground

with dirty fingernails

sow dragon's teeth

under a sprinkle of late summer rain

skin begging to fall off

in ribbons

twin boys paddling the skies

good-bye Mr. Bashar al-Assad

crows call out

bound for heaven

falling brown eyes of boys

swift bribe

slow sunrise

pick a hole in the ground

it's August

mouths froth

and silently scream

I surrender

I die