11 November 2005
The absurdity of war...the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month
The River
upstream from white sand beaches
are hamlets, paddies and canyons
bombshells unexploded
cratered land
cratered faces
mangled extremities
defective births...
the villages have memories
nightmares and visions
the countryside still echoes
we returned to the comfort
of our politics and rhetoric
leaving a legacy of disfigurement...
scarring persons and landscape
poisoned food chain
poisoned minds
blackened hearts...
a righteous nation
hands over hearts
reciting the pledge
still preaching to the world
hands over ears and eyes
still speaking the lies
making the guilt safe and tucked away
in hospitals and dead-end jobs
in parades and sunday services
in vfw and legion halls
in broken homes
in shattered illusions
in battered women's shelters
in cemeteries
rather than learning from our mistakes
we adopt a new battle cry...
"next time we'll only fight if they'll let us win"...
as if that excuses our interventions
*****
I wrote this while in Nicaragua in 1988...remembrances from two decades before that...
Amen
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