oil well

sitting in a black well
in a rainbow silk shirt
oil lapping at your ankles
waiting for the end
how can you complain


when there are palaces
on the golden sand
when there are palmtrees
in the sea
when there are stars
on bedroom walls
when there are skyscrapers
bruising the clouds


when there are
Arab unity songs
on TV
when there are
anti-war demonstrations
semi-regularly


and you can look up
at the blue eye of a clear summer sky
whenever you want


until the moon and the sun meet
above your eye
and cast their lack of light
upon your rainbow

10/06