The car radio, TV, Alexa
The car radio, TV, Alexa
all scream
strident waves and bits
of dust-shattered ruins
with every killed
who had blood on their hands
there are many more bloodied
that never killed
innocents
the old lady hanging her clothes
from a splintered rope
little girls at an elementary school
their books and bodies
too near an IRGC base
how can I assimilate signals
of streamed devastation
thousands of miles away
I stare at the cold microwaved popcorn
the lukewarm beer at my recliner’s side
if they kill everyone
perhaps we will now have peace
and if not a moment of peace,
a moment of silence?
— zumwalt (March 1, 2026)
