War Poem

He Wanted to Sleep Inside Her Lungs and Breathe Her Blood and Be Smothered

War is
Silent
Storms thundering through the moving sky
That they carry
Gravity

War is a cracked fable told by The Mother Goose
But in this tale
a tale of dreams
"the dead sometimes smile and sit up and return
to the world.”

War is hell but that's not all
Because it is also a mystery and a terror
War is fair
War is not fair
War is discovery, holiness, and pity,
and despair

War is thinking you will survive
But why strive
To find the drive
if its so easy to relive the pain of the deprived
Because even when the war is over and your still alive
your dead inside
Even with your blood pumping and brain flowing
your dead inside
“I survived, but it's not a happy ending.”
I survived.

War is wanting to explain it
How you've been braver than you ever thought you could be
But how you had not been as brave as you wanted to be
You say "You see"
"I want to explain how those are distinct"
It's important

War is not being able to soak up the bleeding
lines between falsehood and reality
It's like being inside a book that nobodies reading
The lethality

War is a difficult thing to discuss
How do you sing the song of the world's greatest paradox?
As each man sacrifices himself to this enigma
As his mentality adjusts
Its is then both the audience and speaker will see
These stories can save us