The Tigris and Euphrates
Drain the desert sands
Meandering through an occupied land
Flushing its gutters and sewers
Into subterranean seams.

Iraq washes its feet
In frothy white foam
Dangling its feet flashing red
In the blue waters
Of the Persian sea.

Ocean waves speak and repeat
Its message in floating boxes
On foreign shores.
Floating boxes, black boxes
Rocking in unceremonious motion
Amid growing commotion.

Count the waves, count the boxes.
Listen to the waves of ocean voices.

March 22,2007

Ben Gieske

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/messages-from-iraq/