Whence Come Wars


Blood and mucus

Tissue and bone

And fear catching the breath

For infection


War in the desert

Is a war in hell

The Baptist lessons

Roosting home

There are flames

There is perdition

War at the poles would not

Be much better


The uniform, the armor

From the homeland are good

The weapons kill

Split the ground and everything


No judgment but

An order to obey


Sometimes we might ask

Though that is for a sibling soldier

Here the abstract is simplicity

The living is complex

We want to live

We might want them to live as well


But the agenda

For the moment

Has to be a killing item


C L Couch



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