Poem: Am I 7?

Science, Environment and Man, 1972

Marshal law-

I lay down.

My pillow is a bookcase.

Little black box had made my body

Walk for slaughter

I no longer whistle

I am greedy for blood ink.

Marshal-allah

I skid around the intelligence,

SIS, I can/I do

jump straight into the fire

My daddy was a journalist

Working for the British

And my own lion-heart

north star to guide me home

Away in a manger

Je mange la pomme

From an Afghan orchard

 Mr. Shepard

I do, only to-

guide me home. 

The kingdom of God is not coming with signs to be observed, nor will they say ‘Look, here it is!’ or, ‘There it is!’ For behold, the kingdom of God is within you. (Luke 17: 20-21)