A note on the poem below

Watching the funeral of Yasser Arafat, watching the coalition of the silly bomb the shit out of Fallujah – capture the hospital first because that'll stop all these photos of Iraqi civilian casualties being broadcast (unacceptable) & shot of a U.S. marine with mad eyes firing mortars at an apartment block & saying "this is fun" (acceptable) – nothing much changed in Afghanistan despite the recent 'democratic' elections, Osama bin Laden still alive & looking healthy, George W. in for a second term, talk of the Israelis launching pre-emptive strikes against nuclear establishments in Iran with the support of the U.S.

Just seems like a good time to re-air the poem below, written late 2001, post 9/11, probably about the time the U.S. invaded Afghanistan in their quest to repopulate Guantanamo Bay. Published in Jacket #16.

So much has changed since then. So little has changed.