Mount Suribachi.
Beautiful February.
Face down in red sand.

A zen garden, she
paints delicate strokes, canvas,
calls to final prayer.

Buddha and Truman,
tell us life is illusion,
a A bomb away.

A young, dashed Marine,
chants semper fi, hail mary,
far away Brooklyn.

Right after dead aim,
sunlight on Suribachi,
starlight on Greenpoint.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013