by Diana M. Raab
Yesterday across
my television screen
far flung pellets
and bodies were launched
like rockets
into abandoned fields
of hidden soldiers
body parts scattered
through midnight quarters
nestled in hovering faces
of confused new brides
laden with blossoming bellies
and cryptic kids screaming in fields
of unknown futures
holsters hanging lose
with barren retrievers
and ash-filled faces
stomachs against sandy fields
all in the name of freedom.
Let’s never give up.
Diana M. Raab is a poet and memoirist who teaches writing at the UCLA Writers’ Program and at conferences around the country. Her writings have appeared widely in anthologies, literary journals and magazines. She has three poetry collections. Dear Anais: My Life in Poems for You (2008) won the 2009 Next Generation Indie Award and Reader Views Annual Award for Poetry. My Muse Undresses Me (2007) is her chapbook and her latest collection is The Guilt Gene (2009).
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