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
posted by OSU Urban Arts Space at
10:31 AM
1 Comments:
Wow, that poem is really intense. I'm glad you posted this. It's easy for us to sit here in America and be cozy in our warm houses when people are getting killed and bombed thousands of miles away. War is not the answer, only love can conquer hate (thanks Marvin).
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