small caliber words
war comes in rude packages
bomblets of sound bites
delivered by tinhorn tongues
exploding in tinhorn ears
small caliber words
war comes in rude packages
bomblets of sound bites
delivered by tinhorn tongues
exploding in tinhorn ears
morning burns
in its fiery birth
to an innocent sky
clouds ablaze
give the day
deathly signal
red warning of
atavist madness
in march upon
menacing
places of power
aiming destruction
by pointing pale
terrible bones of
a nuclear finger
at westernmost
civilization
passerine Paris
sang from her sycamore roost
while hovered the hawk
some fool wrecked all the roads ahead
and backward is no real man’s choice
I’ll warn you once don’t ever doubt
steer clear my claws or rue to dare
I remember the DMZ
cinching the ideological
waist of an ancient
peninsular orient
a bifurcate culture
scarred deeply by
war with itself
blood on blood
born of armistice
four clicks of memory
crossed by patrols
of imported mistrust
this precarious swath
holds its breath
against fear of
exhaling new fire
and the new fire
pent up so long
has developed
a nuclear heat
I remember it
through my binoculars
watching the other side
watching me back
Writer Lynne Sargent
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