Osama Bin Laden Is Buried At Sea
Infidel fish arrive,
shoals of blank-eyed eaters swim in circles,
each time the head turns toward Mecca
they nudge it in another direction.
Sea-bugs emerge,
dyspeptic crustaceans as small as fleas,
fastidious eaters
that consume only hate.
Above the waves a ship sails away,
having buried again
the evidence of hells D.N.A.
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