inks, oil pastel on archival paper
(I wrote into the drawing as I was
drawing; later I edited the words
slightly into the poem that
accompanies the image)
bone men
char men
cartilage has no
nerve endings
Baghdad is burning
-the bombers are coming-
hide your children
the god of fire thunder is upon us
the god who eats men
armor yourselves for it is useless
shrapnel sharp spinning
from the god's eye
cease & desist
cease & desist
cease & desist
