Each man in gitmo reproduces
where conception by infection
broods boils.
all boils burst into dust.
said dust dances on hurricanes top,
said cyclones’ rain absolutely un-slaking.
one knows not
where it shall stop,
only, certain
tis the war of next making.
only the dust therein knows
where it will reproduce;
where it shall seed;
where it, the dust
must beget more dust
and breed infant rivers of need.