another war song
another war song
we could play with words 1
if willing letters 2
ate like birds. 3
the good lay myth heard 4
round the town 5
that i let her bait 6
dyke kurds into the open; 7
they got thin, 8
they got mean, 9
they majored in shop, 10
they ate killer bees, 11
you know you are what you east– 12
a brewer’s infected sun won’t shine yeast, 13
and they are to be like unto these. 14
they will lie under stones 15
in turkestan dirt 16
with words every bit as dead, 17
playing every tiny bit as hurt, 18
printed in chalk until the next rain 19
on boards over their heads. 20
23.10.94
