Monday, February 8, 2010

The Worlds War Mutters

Why do boy-childs fool in foolish fashion
with thunder-sticks, like men,
muzzle flashes cleft in twain the binding creak-of-leather straps
upon the roaring dog-jaws of death and dissolution,
hide behind the tall and perfumed brightly skirts of a cause,
meet violent noise with seeming passion?

Could it be that they are honest boys,
without a truth to utter?

Clasp hands,
fold toy-rattle cartridge boxes,
fresh steaming rounds
in bosom flesh;

nostrils, inhale
to taste the worlds war mutters.

1 comment:

  1. I love how you can take a question like "why do boys go to war?" and make it into a poem dripping with amazing imagery.

    Your ability to apply your vocabulary is awesome. Every line gets your point across, but in such a way as to show your unique perspective on the subject.

    "hide behind the tall and perfumed brightly skirts of a cause"

    We not only know that part of the answer to the question is that boys fight for a cause they claim to have, but that often their causes look big and beautiful and smell nice, but may not have any substance to support that attractive appearance.

    And that's just one example.

    Good job. I'd say that yesterday was a day well spent for you. :)