Here War Is Simple Like A Black Site

- after W.H. Auden's poem

Here word is fashioned like a covenant:
A foreigner is working on a man;
Satellites declare the troops insurgent;
A girl mouths these words: There is no more man

Alive for long who is braver than God,
Whose words are fastened like hunger and teeth,
And who shall rend the divine from the rod,
And, like an ideal, shall trigger belief.

Belief begets truth as each man disappears,
And we can watch him await the houri
He’s both owed, and he fears:

And our satellites can get blurry
Where our questions expand:
Baghdad. Poland.