Postmodern Guernica

Today, I realized I'm the same agae as AIDS.
Faded by rain and salt, 9/11 bumper stickers
are barely visible five years later. I need
a thicker beard to make my face a flag, each hair
marking each scar of this new century. I wish
Kurt Cobain was still alive to translate
these color-coded warnings into something
I can smell. Liberty, look to the ocean;
turn your back on America. For our sake.