OF NATION,

It will flag like a Good 

Conqueror, will be identified

As an american poem, there will be drones 

In its speculations of sky, it will lack imag

Ination, the vaguely targeted 

Will be vilanelled in

To bodies of

Repetition, children will be placed in proximity

To slaughter, the american

Poem will syntax the police state 

Human, will disavow 

Systemic Injustice & make settlement 

In a journal named after stolen land, named 

With stolen language, no one will own 

Language in the american 

Poem, which will be paid in maimed 

Money without naming all money as maimed 

Money, will exist within an award

Winning book claimed 

Of Nation, of value

System, the american poem 

Will trouble, will trouble

Trouble, will border within border within border

Within, the american poem will end

With a door & no notion 

Of opening, skyward 

Will be its only name 

For blue, the poem 

Will put the keep

In gate, will claim the space between

Without implicating a there or here, the american

Poem will un-divide

The conquer, will title itself

Accountability, say listen

With upwards gaze, like a Good

Citizen, the american poem will be of no nation

But Gaze, the poem will 

Identify as Arab 

In public, if only to say legalize me

To white, the poem will almost

Title itself “Contemporary

Arab-American Poetry,” will turn Arabness

To volta & revise 

Humanities in the name of 

Aesthetic, to syntax

Every comma into a tooth

Mark, instead of a colonizer clinging to the poem’s

Every b,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,order & call it the poem 

Biting the hand that feeds it, sorry 

Not sorry, your favorites are on blast in this self

Identified american poem, including myself,

But trust me, all the Diaspora Poets^TM

Are next, if the poem must

Draw blood, may it be 

American & may it be ours

In only that sense & may it spill 

Against every passive 

Voice, between paper 

Cut & line

Break, may there be violence 

In every distance, tense, & 

Absence, of a name