A Terrorist in Words Alone

by Corey Mesler

I want the poem the politicians
fear. I want words that
cohere like NG
and sodium nitrate.
I want the poem the newspapers
will all recount,
the one left at the airport,
in the briefcase.
Itís a poem Iíve been working on,
late nights, when
the rest of the house is asleep.
My children all tucked into their
blankets like covers,
ways to keep things hidden that
will later be revealed.

© 2003 by Corey Mesler. All rights reserved.