The man
looked odd
without his hat
or head
(glass in his hair)
the terrible noise of blood
his last thoughts
nowhere now
& everywhere.
Helicopters don't
fall out of the sky
but today
was one of those days
your life
screamed into newsprint
you an innocent
bystander
to the fact of your
death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
was this about iraq?