Biafra
Biafra. Biafra. Biafra.
Small stock of compassion grown in us
(when we would let it by photos of napalmed children
gives out: expended saying
Viet Nam, Viet Nam: trying
to act to end
that war.
Now sluggishly
we turn pages: photos
of children dying in Biafra. Dull
accumulation of overdue statistics: Massacre
of the Ibos. It happened already Now
more of the same. The poisoning
called 'getting used to' has taken place:
we are
the deads: nerve-endings
