today my amaryllis bloomed orange
dotted with red.
today is the first day of a war.
on tv, a soldier with green and beige spots said,
“they honestly think it’s an honour to die for their country
and we’re going to give them the opportunity.”
it’s an honour for him too, I hear.
when I sleep I dream of children
splattered with blood,
big as a freckled face
jan. 16, 1991