Cartilage and Steel
(Children of Iraq)

Youth, soft in their cartilage,
sleep beside Kalashnikovs;
escapees of consciousness
and bloody killing fields.
Daylight bursts blade sharp,
and lunges for the shadows
where innocent children hide.
It calls them, name by name,
Each day, fewer answer.

- Linda C. Straub
January 2007

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