Fall 2007 • Vol. XXIX No. 4 Poetry |

Anthem

Well we knew about mules as they're called who swallow & smuggle dope into whatever country, there was even a flick Maria Full of Grace who maybe died when bags in her stomach broke or whatever the hell happened, I never saw it, so we knew about these mules but who expected some guy in the stands the minute his cell rang to explode from within, I mean he wasn't strapped or carrying a satchel he'd gotten past security but forensics determined ferchrissakes from bits of flesh that plastics had been inside him, detectors useless, so now you can't tell who is going to blow himself or herself to fucking smithereens right next to you John Doe or Jane Doe full of death.

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By William Heyen

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