by William Skink

I like trying to distill big things into succinct packages with words. It’s a poet thing.

So, on the eve of an assassination of a man no American (including me) knew by name until tonight, I offer this, for what it’s worth:

Qassem Soleimani and Franz Ferdinand sitting in a tree
getting locked and loaded for world war III
one silly nation no one speaks out loud
thinks they can rise above the mushroom cloud

About Travis Mateer

I'm an artist and citizen journalist living and writing in Montana. You can contact me here: willskink at yahoo dot com
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