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  1. Cover
  2. Note to the Reader
  3. Illumination of the Martyrdom of St. Bartholomew
  4. I. abu ghraib arias
  5. The Blues of Lane McCotter
  6. (echo /ex/): “In the name of God…”
  7. Searching the Koran (Standard Operating Procedure)
  8. (echo /ex/): “In the beginning…”
  9. The Blues of Javal Davis
  10. (echo /ex/): “next day…”
  11. Public Address/Ghost Soldiers
  12. (echo /ex/): “his name is G…”
  13. The Blues of Charles Graner
  14. (echo /ex/): “On the third day…”
  15. Handling the Koran (Standard Operating Procedure)
  16. (echo /ex/): “First the man…”
  17. Document Exploitation (Standard Operating Procedure)
  18. (echo /ex/): “Now these are the generations…”
  19. The Blues of Lynddie England
  20. (echo /ex/): “me…”
  21. The Blues of Ken Davis
  22. (echo /ex/): “Now I am what I saw…”
  23. MUSLIM BURIAL (Standard Operating Procedure)
  24. (echo /ex/): “And it came to pass…”
  25. The Blues of Joe Darby
  26. (echo /ex/)
  27. II. first recitative
  28. Woman Mourning Son
  29. Recipe from the Abbasid
  30. Home Sweet Home
  31. The Iraqi Curator’s PowerPoint
  32. Black Site (Exhibit Q)
  33. Asymmetries
  34. Salaam Epigrams
  35. War Stories
  36. III. hung lyres
  37. “The new theory: not to praise too much…”
  38. “When the bombs fell, she could barely raise…”
  39. “you mute you without openings…”
  40. “Is the ear…”
  41. “in the cell of else…”
  42. “this is the air we script to lips…”
  43. “I had no names to blazon their tender…”
  44. “She asks, is that man crying…”
  45. “What does it mean, I say.”
  46. IV. second recitative
  47. Breathing Together
  48. Testimony (after Daniel Heyman)
  49. When I Was a Child, I Lived as a Child, I Said to My Dad
  50. Black Site (Exhibit I)
  51. Love Potion #42
  52. Saddam’s Fingerprints
  53. Etruscan Cista Handle
  54. Black Site (Exhibit M)
  55. A Toast (for Nawal Nasrallah)
  56. Cell/(ph)one (A simultaneity in four voices)
  57. V. homefront/removes
  58. “I hear it, at times, even in the wind.”
  59. “was taken was rapidly…”
  60. “What consequence is a body.”
  61. “tried hanging myself…”
  62. “I was planning my lesson on imagery…”
  63. “taken to outside court…”
  64. “In the wake of.”
  65. “I suspended upside…”
  66. “You look at me / looking at you.”
  67. “so I could pass the time… ”
  68. “As if, somehow, I were responsible.”
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  70. “On the flight overseas…”
  71. “I did not know my…”
  72. Compline
  73. Notes

Thanks to the National Endowment for the Arts, the Community Partnership for Arts and Culture (Creative Workforce Fellowship), Cuyahoga Arts & Culture, the Ohio Arts Council, and John Carroll University for grants in support of the writing of this work. The Creative Workforce Fellowship is a program of the Community Partnership for Arts and Culture. The Fellowship program is supported by the residents of Cuyahoga County through a public grant from Cuyahoga Arts & Culture.

Thanks to Rebecca Black, Hayan Charara, Sarah Gridley, Anna Meek, and Mary Weems for their extensive remarks on the manuscript. Thanks as well to Kazim Ali, Danny Caine, Michael Croley, Ian Demsky, Michael Dumanis, Fady Joudah, Marilyn Hacker, Chris Kempf, Dave Lucas, E.J. McAdams, Mark Nowak, Radius of Arab American Writers, Inc. (RAWI), and Maria Smith and the Cleveland Nonviolence Network for your encouragement. For opening spaces.

Thanks as well to Justin Petropoulos for creating renditions of Bashmilah’s hand drawings of black sites.

Thanks to everyone at Alice James Books—especially Carey Salerno, Stephen Motika, Alyssa Neptune, Mary Austin Speaker, Julia Bouwsma, and Meg Willing—for making this happen.

And most importantly, thank you to Amy Breau, to whom this work is dedicated, for her constant companionship, her careful reading, her nurturing of our children Adele and Leila, and her invitation to a greater opening.

…it took the war to teach it, that you were responsible for everything you saw as you were for everything you did. The problem was that you didn’t always know what you were seeing until later, maybe years later, that a lot never made it in at all, it just stayed there in your eyes.

—MICHAEL HERR, Dispatches

If the whole body were an eye, where would the hearing be?

—1 Corinthians 12:17

Illumination of the Martyrdom of St. Bartholomew

Illumination of the Martyrdom of St. Bartholomew

from the dried hide of calves

carved & sewn in quires

they bend & tend to him / as if

tailors or healers & not rending

skin from limb / their eyes

narrowing knives / he balances

naked on ankle / a single

arm aloft as if in flight

from body’s scything / O wholly

gold-haloed & yet-membered head

soothe the eye in which I am

thrown / hand without shield /

scissored out hymn / & if

the body’s flayed & displayed

in human palms / & human skin

scrolled open / the body still dances

& if the flesh is the text

of God / bid a voice to rise /

& rise again

I. abu ghraib arias

The Blues of Lane McCotter

(echo /ex/): “In the name of God…”

Searching the Koran (Standard Operating Procedure)

(echo /ex/): “In the beginning…”

The Blues of Javal Davis

(echo /ex/): “next day…”

Public Address/Ghost Soldiers

(echo /ex/): “his name is G…”

The Blues of Charles Graner

The Blues of Charles Graner

the Christian in me

knows it’s wrong

but the corrections

officer in me can’t

help but love

making a grown man

piss himself

(echo /ex/): “On the third day…”

Handling the Koran (Standard Operating Procedure)