New Poetry

John M. Bennett, poet and curator at the OSU Rare Books and Manuscripts Library, sent along some of his latest poems to share. On his website you can see his own pieces of audio and visual poetry, which are the topic of this month's book club.

Watch It

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John M. Bennett
http://johnmbennettpoetry.blogspot.com/
www.johnmbennett.net

A Look Back: Poets Against War

For those who were not able to take part in any of poetry that happened back in October as part of the Poets Against War celebration. I have decided to post one of the poems I found particularly interesting for all you faithful readers out there to enjoy. Feel free to comment and start a discussion.

Who Sent Them

The target's head explodes in a pink mist.
The sniper half a mile away
pulls back the bolt, the spent
cartridge tumbles to the ground
hollow like old bone.

Hands in Nevada pull back on a joystick, a thumb
pushes a button, in Iraq
bodies curl like spiders dropped in fire.

Bombs thrust forward just above the ground,
sleek with purpose. No more than bullets
do they remember who sent them.

Citizens who watch explosions on TV
then turn away
do not remember who sent them.

~Edward Lense

Allen Wagner UAS student assistant