Flags american refugees wade across the six o’clock newsreel- thrashing like dark birds tangled in an invisible net a thousand arms reach toward the sky begging a little mercy- except one bare-chested kid wearing dark glasses- standing apart in his own muddy space he jerks an arm toward the circling TV helicopter & thrusts an obscene finger toward millions of half-asleep assholes-like me enjoying a little pre-dinner distraction. Poem by DB Cox