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(on the reported death of Abu Musab Al-Zarqawi, June 8, 2006)

"B-52 found on the moon!" they joked
And then the next week ran a second headline:
"B-52 mysteriously disappears!"
Alike the U.S. slew its bogey man.

Excreting their explosive arsenal
Upon the righteous and unrighteous all,
Another sledge-hammer to swat a gnat,
The leaders honor Death's insistent call.

One thousand pounds of bomb materiel
To overkill three hundred pounds of man
Is Cain's largesse, who's still reaping his interest
Since murder's age-old genesis began.

Yet, spite of all the awful ordinance,
The blast of vengeance was not quite enough,
Whence from the ambulance Abu was dragged
And beat to death, his labored breath to snuff.

See, in the White House, slavish sons of war
Invent then vanish phantoms one by one
Where Pandemonium's taken residence
And the prince of this world has falsely won.

Producing no more than a corpse, a feat
Not hard to do now in war-torn Iraq,
The proud pretender crows "Zarqawi's dead!"
"Long live Zarqawi!" Time shall echo back.

June 2006