The War We are all attracted to a soldier or a suicide. Watch out for a sweet tooth. I once heard a woman could tell when she was not seeing clearly but thought she was. It might have been a rumor. The hear is always on the hunt, except when hibernating. She walks to the well to grab water. We see her jug on her head. We see her coarse black hair. A cat's whisker is nothing if not a life line. Soldiers or suicides. Clean feet a sign of civility. Someone always dies. Inevitability cannot be tragic. Enjoy the warm bath while you can. And the shells. And the birds. And especially the trees, and the children. Let your guard down once in a while. Forget even what this poem is about.
The War.
Woo, Nancy Lynee
The War We are all attracted to a soldier or a suicide. Watch out for a sweet tooth. I once heard a woman could tell when she was not seeing clearly but thought she was. It might have been a rumor. The hear is always on the hunt, except when hibernating. She walks to the well to grab water. We see her jug on her head. We see her coarse black hair. A cat's whisker is nothing if not a life line. Soldiers or suicides. Clean feet a sign of civility. Someone always dies. Inevitability cannot be tragic. Enjoy the warm bath while you can. And the shells. And the birds. And especially the trees, and the children. Let your guard down once in a while. Forget even what this poem is about.