David Starkey

Abu Ghraib

         Practitioners of psychiatry

     and the parlor tricks     laid open for inspection

     On the dark square platform     an exercise machine

We drag
     subsitutes
          pale into the metallic-tasting room

               In the ten or so single-

               chambered hearts of the worm

                    plasticity and the burning
                         fuselage
               Reports that the deeply disturbed
               are now in charge

Qui suis-je? Qui etes-vous?


Guantanamo

          awkward prescriptions

               shock of prices

          unfortunate misfinder


               brandishing their stitches
          robust

diagramming sentences

               like a merry new mother
          A slowed-down world.