Poems on the topic: war

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Dave Bonta

How the war ended

The war I mourn died yesterday of spotted fever. We sat late disputing at the burial.

Dave Bonta

War is a dizziness, desire is business. My ink will be water till night.

Dave Bonta

This day is ash. The war continues, and the sea takes a body that was a person in the land. The shore sang, a messenger from tomorrow.

Dave Bonta

At war with my kind in the office— he who is a hat, who is a tooth.

Dave Bonta

The war, the exchange and the hangman, constituting a commonwealth, make a profit on a cheap piece of star.

Dave Bonta

I miss the war. All the officers and friends of my past sang songs and then went away. And night came to wash me clean.

Dave Bonta

To go to war is to muster and shut up, to exchange cheer for a cell. I stay drunk, a thing for finishing. (No hope is to go.)

Dave Bonta

Unseasonable light: war, arson, a city.

Dave Bonta

Twenty-five ships, and we could not make an end of Monday. On land, we met with castles. Our rest was troubled. I mourn the death of my bed.

Dave Bonta

All alone, the table— a plain thing of perfect service— fell into neglect. Ignorant how things go, I fear war, not time.

Dave Bonta

I commission the navy: get a dolphin drunk and marry her in place of war. Resolve again to see home and bed.

Dave Bonta

Me: my extreme business. I see my father, that wit, the war with chance. My lord Me, we turn.

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