On the Eve of the Next Big Conflagration

I know the way the world works, the DNA,
The ceaseless struggle. Men, yes, mostly
They are men, resort to arms and kill
Each other, claiming what they think they
Need, the fertile fields, the thriving cities.
More's survival. Less is death, and, at
Their sides, the women whisper. Less
Inclined to turn to arms, they turn to
Charms and champions, and, as they do,
The Ukraine splits, the ancient lands
Between the rivers shudder to the guns
And bombs, the movie shorts of what's
To come: the bigger war, annihilation,
Chessboard pieces rearranged, the men
On asphalt, going stiff, their women,
Wailing, set adrift. I'm unconcerned.
I sense the helix, mindless, has to whirl on.
The only thing which matters to me is
The promise of your love. The world was,
And is, a hell. I know the way it works.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-02-07 at 02:17

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