This is poem from an upcoming book "Making Sense From Nonsense", which will be released (or has been, depending on when you read this) late summer 2024. While it is not an exclusively anti-war book, there are anti-war poems scattered throughout.
The military megadrums transform this to a primal season
as the animal instinct in us is drawn out.
Our weapons not the fang or the spear
but a sonic red tornado of mammoth planes.
The networks film special army operations
for a shiny tale with questing characters,
and the gravity of our primal nature
pulls us down like magnets
into the rotten cage of the dinosaurs.
as the animal instinct in us is drawn out.
Our weapons not the fang or the spear
but a sonic red tornado of mammoth planes.
The networks film special army operations
for a shiny tale with questing characters,
and the gravity of our primal nature
pulls us down like magnets
into the rotten cage of the dinosaurs.
Contributed by Daniel Fuller - 2024/6/10 - 10:12
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