Painting by Rick Mobbs
***First version of "Stupid War"
She came, she bathed, I asked
She came, she bathed, I asked,
“Are you an augury of love?
Or love itself?”
At that she laughed, she made a splash.
Downstairs a door was opened
and in the sudden draft
I saw the legions tramp across her back,
and under glint-eyed standards,
each man drew and poised to hack
with brittle weapons or with axes
flesh made for kisses, not excesses.
Again she laughed as with my hand
I washed the scene away.
She said,
“I cannot tell the future dear,
nor predict it from your fits.
Am I an augury of love?
Or love itself?
Who knows?
Accept the present, dear,
And dear, accept the gift.”
Rick Mobbs 2008
1 comment:
O, o, o, o! This is great, Glenn, and o so very clever in layers of meaning! Kudos, and a cartwheel!
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