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for the people & city of Fallujah and The Remember Fallujah Project

iraq child fallujah rubble

after fall

blast
brings you
to bay

blown
from room
to river

runs
with
blood

speed of sound

dark

dark

dark
deal

women
wipe tears
in trough

body
sick
so sick

worlds
end

sky
in ink
black

beauty
ô horsey

beloved

another

part of parable
uttered i

old
tongue

remember
carefully
circumspectly

listen
for animals

birds
flying above
shroud

roar
of sound

slip
trip over
man’s head

so sorry beloved

so sorry
skins
so black

from burns
to beast’s
head

back
to front

worn
fabric

blast

sound
heard
all

lost
throne of birds

lost
throne of stone

lost
throne of flesh

Fallujah Iraq map

Christopher Barnet

Christopher Barnet

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