I only heard this; I have no way
of verifying its authenticity.
In Baghdad during the Gulf War,
they say, within a meters-thick
bomb shelter the size of a mammoth hall,
women, children, the old and infirm
were gathered for protection
from deadly American weapons.
In their midst landed a daisy cutter,
which had bored through the thick concrete
willy-nilly, without effort, with little compunction.
Daisyas in my mother's lazy daisy,
which effortlessly serves those
who wish to eat, sup and sap, devour-
landed, but just lay there.
The community laughed, thinking
the fearful thing was a dud.
They did not know what happened after.
Having heard the gentile laughter,
Daisy proceeded to turn round again,
releasing her deadly venom as she did,
with great force plastering
the women, children, old and infirm
on the walls of the shelter.
The fossils are still there, they say,
monuments to great American might.
I only heard this, mind, and have
no way of verifying its authenticity.
I can only pray
it won't happen in my own land.
© Mila D. Aguilar