WRITER'S ALMANAC

Each a.m., I receive and automatic e-mail from Writer's Almanac (sponsored by my non-blogging friends the Poetry Foundation) with a poem to listen to and/or read. Much like the Good Poems anthologies, I find that they are good poems overall, and some are great. The poem I received this morning has a particularly strong ending. And of course, I like the message.

Poem: "Airport Security" by David Ray from The Death of Sardanapalus: and Other Poems of the Iraq Wars.

Airport Security

In the airport I got wanded,
though not by a fairy princess.

I had to remove my shoes,
prove they were not twin bombs.

But the strangest scene I saw
that day was where random checks

delayed the suspicious—
the grey lady in her wheelchair

and the toddler boy tugged
from his mother's hand, pulled

through the metal detector's arch.
She tried to follow but was

restrained by two guards who grasped
her arms as she yelled, "But I told

him not to talk to strangers!"
The child wailed bloody murder.

A female guard patted the boy
all over, although he did not giggle.

I myself went on profiling terrorists.
They were so obvious.