did Kublai Khan... um, Saddam
decree a...uh, mediocre pleasure dome decree:
Where Tigris the, waste filled river, ran
through qanats dug by man
Down to a sun baked sea.
So twice five meters of trash strewn ground
With T-walls and checkpoints were girdled round:
And there were a couple trees, right with post-no-bills,
Where blossomed not many a pigeon-bearing tree;
Enfolding overly sunny spots of mundanity.
But oh ! that shallow sluggish chasm which slanted
Down the green non-hill athwart an urban cover !
A savage place ! as holed and disenchanted
By woman wailing in fear of her Uday-lover !
And from this qanat, with ceaseless turmoil not seething,
As if this earth in dust filled pants were breathing,
A broken sewer pipe momently was forced :
Huge fragments vaulted like horrid hail,
Or plastic bags as the trash collectors fail:
And 'mid these crumbling blocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the Tigris River.
Through palm grove and city front the polluted river ran,
Then reached the qanats dug by man,
And sank in oil slicks to a lifeless ocean :
And 'mid this tumult the now dead Saddam heard from far
The shadow of the cement dome of semi-pleasure
Floated midway on the waves ;
Where was heard the honking measure
From the traffic and the drivers' raves.
It was a miracle of traffic device,
A traffic circle blocked by a truck of ice!
A burkha with a dulcimer
In a bazaar once I saw :
It was an Assyrian crone (old),
Singing of Chemical Ali.
Could I revive within me
Her cackling and song,
To such a bet 'twould
That with dollars and dinar long,
I would not build that crappy dome in air,
That shabby dome ! those bags of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Look There ! Look There !
Weave a noose round him thrice,
And close your eyes with R Rated dread,
For he on Iraqi oil profits hath fed,
And spoilt the milk of Paradise.