April 5

arnoldo garcía

[excerpt from drafts of guerra poemas in La revolución emplumada]

the comfort zone

where are

the comfort women?

where are the comfort artists?

where are the comfort words

so that soldiers can forget their brutality

to take it out on women

ridicule art

and mangle human tongues

for at least one night

or even just for a few hours?

where is the comfort President tonight?

Where is the comfort Senator and the comfort Congressman?

will they sleep

with the mutilated widow,

with the traumatized soldier,

wit the wounded in a deep coma,

with the human remains of the soldier?

where is the comfort citizen,

the comfort peace,

so we can vote one more time?

where is the comfort march

so that we can protest one more time

the comfort war

so that we can bring democracy and freedom

wherever our bombs explode

wherever our armies occupy?

where is

my comfort woman

my comfort man

my comfortable war?

Send them comfort-bombs

comfort-occupation

comfort mercenaries

U.S. kills day and night

and you expect comfort in the end

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The U.S. War:

World War I

World War II

the Cold War

the Korean

the Vietnam

the Dominican

the Cuban

the Panamá

the Grenada

the Haitian

the Nicaraguan

the El Salvador

the Narco

the Bosnian

the Afghanistan

the Sudanese

the Israeli

the Palestinian

the Iraq

the Iranian

the Afghanistan

the Mexico border

the Libya

the U.S. war....

*

when will I live

in an ordinary

country

no wars

no invasion

no fly-zone

not even a threat

no drive-bys

no hunger

no greed

to drive us

to coercion

to veiled

and unveiled

violence

no armed men

no hating men

no sexual harassment

no demonstrations

or marches

other than to show poetry

display art and affection

when will I wake up

this ordinary

my ordinary

country

disarmed

not disabled by violence

differently placed

in the kingdom of laughter

an ordinary country?