Poems on the topic: war

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Dave Bonta

Downsizers

The poor shall never please us, even in war. The devil, our broker, broke in the street, angry at all the blood we drank.

Dave Bonta

My fat hat is an angry hat, a troublesome hat, a weary hat, a staid hat, a yesterday hat, a war hat, a Big Brother hat.

Dave Bonta

War gives the world an ill music in praise of the mad.

Dave Bonta

I ready a horse for war this way: with a quake, a wick, a lifetime within his two ears.

Dave Bonta

Robbed of our light by the war, too late to take pleasure in talk, I put on my night cloak.

Dave Bonta

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.)

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