Grassroots
wars are rushed to conclusion to stay the people
where war's tragedy struggles not to be fools dance large among the miniatures
and call for peace
the beggar patiently suns in the light of those who once basked in their own
the circle tightens
boys are told they were born to the murder their fathers to take their mothers
become restless lovers
good soldiers
duck children duck and cover this could save your life one day
in this country by god we learn to read from left to right
you there in the back row
yes you
get your hand out of there
this very instant
a tiger enters a hut drags off a child to feed her litter
a man enters into a marriage agreement drags a child off to his bed
the tiger hunted down and killed
evenings without it
the last embrace shadow come to bury its dead
poem by Paul Bamberger
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