Kim Jong Il = The Mouse That Roared

mirror mirror before my face

who you x-ray in my eyes
a walking miracle walking pain
painted blue black and red,
paupers penning poems-
is it always somewhere 3 a.m.,
half the time, 3 p.m., and
always autumn somewhere
when a poet dies?

wildflowers always die in summer
with mother in their mirrors
oh where are our dear fathers
sons gone, every one
when will they ever learn
war breeds revenge?

mirror mirror of perpetual war
see us here all violence begetting violence
voice box by-passing human hearts
knowing in the gut speaking violence
thru the heart is life destroying

bird songs in the right ear
TV war talk in the left

eureka Gregory declares Kim Jong Il
is “The Mouse That Roared”
how coulda we forget?
is it/was it what happens
when The Fox splits countries
north from south?
who coulda not known Iraq
woulda become a Bush Burning Triangle
in the Belly Button of humankind

mirror mirror on the wall of history
who is the biggest Fool of all?

Mirror answers,
“The eyes that refuse to see.”