War No. 1

My American war was long ago.

Still, Moloch’s embers flare daily—lightning bolts striking

my grey-haired head, tearing once more my three eyes:

Beauty raped,

life scorned,

love defiled.

No one told me war wounds eternal.

Tell your kids,

tell your neighbors.

Copyright Tim Bagwell 2011

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