An Erotic Poem for Osama Bin Laden

by Glenna Sweeney

COME to me, Big O, let me find you
Let me loosen your sad robes
Let me taste the cardamom in your mouth
The cumin in your skin

Know that I love exotic hideouts
Know that I love falafel
And know that we both hate
The plague of American commercialism
Although you'd look great
in a blazer from Barney's

Come, show yourself,
take this vessel
and let us make a jihad
between the sheets
Let us make the black dust
in your cave
rise and fall rise and fall

One thing though, darling,
The beard
It doesn't work for me.

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