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The good old days.

We are the safe children protected from the harsh reality, not allowed to see pictures not approved by the Pentagon but they'll tell us all we need to know after the war is over they'll tell us 100,000 dead bodies The people of Iraq stacked like overdue library books we're too late to read. Nobody wants to talk about it, but a nostalgic few whisper about that other war when it was easy because they gave us that one child to remember burning through the streets. Those were the good old days when we were allowed to remember and feel but remember! just one thing at a time, which is what we like, to take things slowly to think about one child, one body, one thing, while we sit shit sleep in our sheltered homes while our government shoots starves ambushes while we dream about tying up the loose ends: untying from the antennas of our well-fed cars all those jaundiced yellow ribbons.

Patricia Pedersen (18212 McLean Drive SW, Vashon Island, WA 98070) is a law school drop-out who lives low on the food chain in the Pacific Northwest. She is author of These All Night Bars and Locks, a book of poems with words stolen from people appearing in the municipal court system where she worked as a court recorder. Although she has poems in various collections, her work most frequently appears on telephone poles and other places where she can tape it up and make a quick getaway.
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Author:Pedersen, Patricia
Publication:Social Justice
Date:Sep 22, 1992
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