The poem is about how television carries a distant war into an ordinary room. The speaker and others sit in "an office at home," yet their minds are pulled somewhere else, to the battlefield on the screen. The title, "TV war," tells us how the war reaches them: as a broadcast, not as something lived.
The first stanza is the strangest. A war "the devil / could endure no longer" suggests something so brutal that even the devil would turn away. That gives the poem a dark, almost bitter edge. Yet the people at home keep watching, and the poem seems to quietly question that.
The speaker's feeling is hard to pin down, but it reads as unease. There is a sense of being taken, "away / in our minds," without having chosen it, while the body stays put. The mood is hushed and uncomfortable, caught between being absorbed by violence and being safely, oddly removed from it.