Tin soldier
I could join the war
glad as rust
I would go be the enemy
for an afternoon.
Poems on the topic: war
Poems on the topic “war” on Poets.by.
Conquistador’s defeat
Dead, we all lose water,
of which we have so much
and represent as
that old cheat of a discovery—
men who at war eat
nothing but places.
War preparations
Hearing of the war, I in a sudden fit
cut off all my beard
and wash my feet in the sea.
A uniform will make mad people
of all sides, thinking themselves
expected by the king.
Reaction
Raw, I answer with war:
another foot coming
for another me
in the night, my private match
like a mouth made clean
against tomorrow.
In mourning
Church is a dull ache,
having an urge to hit an urn
laced with silver.
War after war
we lay in a bed so soft
I could not sleep.
Peace time
A whole year goes
to the war with sand.
We remember one another
going to play house
and walk in the fields,
eat cheese-cake and enter
an hour’s ear.
Outrage addict
I dine on gall
to see in what war
they are, and fat
am I now in my fear.
Anger is life.
Collection
The little box of war in the office,
my paper voyage…
nothing filled my closet
as high as night.
Armchair activist
I practice objection,
give ear
to an ear
to the war—
a din after dinner.
I put things in order,
content
to practice.
The birth of tragedy
We change our days to night
and survey the alterations:
war into opera,
streets into dangerous doors
and blown sand into the word Love,
for dancing and singing
would spoil the music.
Eaten by jingoes
On a road
of many lips,
the war
is every raw
expectation of
a poor Jack.
Book lovers
this intimacy
is with books
I read to her
and she to me
she gone
I read to myself in bed
reading a poem
I brought home with me
last night
from the war
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