My Findings

 Found Poem

By: Henry Harper, and Tim O'Brien

War is Hell. 

But that's not the half of it

War is Yin

Right spills over into wrong

order into anarchy

civility into savagery

The fog makes things seem hollow and unattached

He spits and stares

War makes you a man

Enemies  

War is Yang

He likes hearing the sounds of the night

He felt pleased to be alive

The sun

Puffy white clouds

You've never felt more at peace
Everything swirls
Friends
Over here, man, every sin's real fresh and original
The truths are contradictory
War makes you dead
War is life.