| Poems
of World War III |
Charles Levenstein |
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No longer read the newspapers, Make the news: No longer write the poems, Make the life: No longer make the breakfast, Be the food: The war was not the war They said it was for, Perhaps they were misinformed Or it was for some other four Reasons, good or bad, Most likely not on a moral scale, Like cats smelling each other Or whales sieving plankton. This war of wrong reasons, Or of no reasons at all, Simply in the nature of things, Was victorious, reportedly, however, Perhaps is not quite over Since casualties mount And not just among defenders Of museums and oil fields But everyday in random villages A few young Americans or Brits, no Others from the coalition Of the willing, like Poles That I can remember. No word Of Halliburton or Bechtel Casualties. A few Iraqis of course. Meanwhile, the reports from Kabul Are gunshots, bizarre warlords And Empire troops go at it In shifting mountains of alliance And misalliance, plate Tectonics sending one up, one down. Doesn't someone actually want To build a pipeline to move Something or other from there To places where serious money can be made? No longer read the newspapers, Make the news. No longer write the poems, Make the life. No longer make the breakfast, Be the food. |
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