I want to die for a cause,
just like you – act out war
in a desert. build things in the sand,
crawling around obstacles,
motion with my hands.
these eyes all wide, like yours.
like you, i want to die for some higher good,
hearing thunder from the finest bombs,
the walls pour down around
me. a scream drowned
out. to someone. to something.
the teeth bared, arching like yours.
i want to die for something worth my life.
to be there, not because i want to, but have
to, in the purest sense.
like you. ah, would that i were
a desert child. that it could mean
something. that a grey bird would freeze
my mind. that the desert explode
into glass pearls, opening red channels
thru my brain. that they spill
over on your plastic white face
moving thru a copper landscape
to step into the waters of the fountain
rivers, that were four but now are only two
beds of glass shards floating down to eden,
where it lies, still, beneath the gulf,
where you walk like drained out flesh
hanging in the cold rooms
till you disappear into the black,
thick liquid, and come out
to make them kill again.
A piece written in 2009, during the Iraq War, while studying at CSU Long Beach, a year before the release of Collateral Murder by WikiLeaks.
ALEX RODALLEC BIOGRAPHY
Writer and musician focusing mostly on violence, memory, and consciousness.