no place like home

[Lynndie] England was diagnosed with "selective mutism"
—Emma Brockes, The Guardian 2009
The wind began to switch / The house, to pitch
—Dorothy, The Wizard of Oz

Lynndie gouching on her own opiate stormchasin
bunch of human it ain't so different from a bunch
of chicken parts.late-night in the factory
back home.....through the saccades blinking it out ....blinking ......out ........
Graner screwin Megan all along thumbs up
cigarette in mouth smile now point at his cock
just like that for the camera "It feels weird" did you love him
do it for me Lynndie............yes I did yes I do
Dubya Rumsfeld four months silent after the pictures
in their "sick to our stomachs" [in their selective mutism]
.......Lynndie & little Carter sleep in cannibalised bunkbeds
in Mineral County night—Carter [they say] suspiciously dark
................................................as stacked ragheads
Lynndie the all-unAmerican chicken licken
BIG STORM she says
..............................naked on a leash dumb-for-approval patsy
chasing lovin through a twister spat her all the way
...................................................................back from Oz
......................................................to no place like home
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^{(Publication forthcoming in Intercapillary Space)}