The truths are contradictory
Every sin's real fresh and original
War has the aesthetic purity of absolute moral indifference
The truth is ugly
Almost everything is true, almost nothing is true
War is alive, just in the eyes
The fatal whiteness of that light
The special way that dawn spreads out on a river
War is moving from shade into bright sunlight
The angles of vision are skewed
The sounds carry forever
War is the purply orange glow of napalm
The fluid symmetries of troops on the move
Joining the past to the future
War is bringing smoke to bear every which way
The shadows spreading out under the trees
It's all fire
War is the thread that makes the cloth
The mad and the mundane
All that matters is the raw material
War is the cooling night air
The effect of a powerful drug
Taunting some wild creature
They were afraid of dying but they were even more afraid to show it
Hey this is a really nice poem. Really descriptive and good diction. I like how you elaborate on each first line. Thanks for sharing.
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