Poem: Storming the Desert
By John Tomlin
No more dumb bombs
for DEATH —
they're smart now.
Had an education
on how to seek out
that little extracurricular
bit of flesh
and sear it RED.
They're not dumb any more —
BOMBS —
"we produce smart
ones now"
finely honed by
intelligences
as precise
as their
own
intelligent enough
to round corners
wait at red lights
enter shelters
where
dumb women
dumb children
dumb men
dumb elders
hide
and burn to
steaming tar
their totally
unintelligent
flesh.