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"Collateral Damage"

(Ali's Story)


Carol Lem
col.lat.er.al : property used
as ecurity for an obligation,
as a loan.
- Webster's Dictionary

On CNN, I see a twelve year old boy
with dark curly hair, his face like a soft desert
moon accusing the camera.

But that's all I see of him, for the rest
hides under a tent where, as the doctor reports,
a badly burned torso and what's left
from two blown off arms wait for medical supplies.

A weeping aunt and uncle, hovering over,
tell him not to cry, though he knows his mother
and father, sister, did not survive
the late night missile raid.

"We thought we were safe," she says,
"we live in a farming area, no military targets.
We went to sleep thinking we were safe.
They said we would be safe."

When asked what he wants, Ali answers,
"Two arms, take me anywhere, but
not to America."

4/16/03


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