short poem-

taking off masks, masks of mystery to uncover the villian
use picture of Abu Gharib with picture of person in that black sheet, but have an xray skeleton layer over- get clint to make

trick- least amount of words- have person gettin skin after skin, face after face, peeled off, until all there are bones- a metaphor for war, for the surfacing of info, for the push to out do one another with weapons and the like- it strips humanity of its face and there is nothing left but the skeleton of a dream

This is the first little short poem- maybe have 4 short ones on one topic?