08.02.05 NATHAN, Fallujah
Forrest Koch
I
The roof fell on her son cutting his legs off.
All she could do was wrap his legs up
And watch him die.
Because no one is allowed
On the streets after dark.
She clutched his dead body in her arms
Till the wet sun leaked daylight
Onto her son’s face.
II
He found her
As a boulder blocking the door
Broken down at the core
Of her last stand
Against Iraq.
He found her
Arms wrapped around
Ten years of her life
Gone in a night
Of bombs
That promised her freedom.