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      September 4, 2015Martin OttClusters

      In the harried stores of Baghdad,
      products are leaping from shelves,
      canned goods and baked beans,
      anti-diarrheals for drinking water
      that needs to be boiled and valium
      to calm children from the angry
      man pounding down their walls.
      One woman purchases an umbrella
      to carry her like Mary Poppins
      into florid dreams or to protect her
      from raining shrapnel, not shards,
      but the human blood it sprays.
      Her son buys a brick to build
      a castle with, her husband trades
      cigars from a postponed wedding
      for a bouquet of lilies of the valley
      because his family needs to remember
      some things fall slowly to the earth.
      No one can explain her mother,
      who slips a record from its sleeve,
      and spins in the streets, her player
      broken, but the music of her life
      bubbling out. A few soldiers smile
      at her and tap their toes as they
      carry off the shelves for a barricade,
      and the family leaving the store
      prays the angry man will leave
      before the last petal has fallen.

      from #20 - Winter 2003