War

Anywhere you go,
there’s a war.
Military presence
or no,
a war;
craters and
pus and rot or
sweet green fields,
a war;
occupation or 
liberation, ideology
or theology,
a war.  

All you need
for a war to exist
is someone
accepting the existence
of collateral damage —

and
dulling eyes
that no longer wonder
what to call
what just happened.

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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