singing the dead march song
they busted the enemy
into bits & pieces
piling some into stacks
tossing others into bins
boy soldiers starting fires
in the alleyways & the woods
talking amongst themselves
how peace is a 60/40 proposition
cabinet makers started putting
out heart-shaped boxes
sold to the military at below cost
they say the casualties
have declined since the rising
of the blue moon
a pseudo cease-fire
a sleight of hand opening
& closing once colorful eyes
burial goers breaking out in song
may two thousand twenty-one
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This poem hits you. The woods have been talking and are still talking, but there is no peace in many parts of the world.
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