Author: RL Greenfield
Location: Santa Monica, California

RL Greenfield received a National Endowment of The Arts fellowship in literature in 1995 and that year created a television program in Santa Barbara, Californa,
The Greenfield Code, dedicated to literature and contemporary themes. Greenfield produced and hosted 150 one-hour programs with writers & artists as guests -- many of them distinguished national and local poets. Seven of those programs featured in-depth analysis and filmed materials revealing unreported savagery taking place in Iraq in the nineties. Greenfield's poems and prose are in at least 60 literary reviews here and abroad.
To the Murdered Foal of the Masters of War
Children, I have no tears for you
No elegies roll down the pikes of my
spine to lament your lost nubility
in this arid republic of doom & dice
I have no memories of your mothers
& fathers locking their loins in ecstasy
for your beginning massacre:
You never lived in the land of the free
& the home of the braggarts: no,
you never walked the streets of Laredo
fully formed or ate & drank with Jesus
at the Continental Divide in Paris, France
nor did you squawk in the tree of
Christmas with the twin malefactors
Tweedle-dee & Tweedle-dum
You were born to live a five-minute
existence & then turn politely without
disgust into the circle of dust
that signed your name without
asking your permission: I stood
alone at the far edges of your funeral
& watched the crowd grimace &
squint into the blinding sunlight
& at dusk they waved their shining
bottles of champagne to heaven
all the while wearing tuxedos & white
gloves no doubt to commemorate
the crowning jewel of American finance