Interview With The Commander Of A Western Suicide Bomber

by Suki Spangles - post-rock poet

We gave thanks
He was blessed from above,
After all, he died doing something he loved..

He flew in, just like they did:
But they invaded, he defended.
They cluster bomb, we behead.
He was good, he was disciplined;
He was no tearaway, he was a good kid.
He was funny, loved his playstation he did.
Oh, what was his name again..?
You know, it was two weeks’ ago,
And as you know
a lot has happened since then..