Summer 1991 • Vol. XIII No. 3 Poetry |

To Peace

Peace I have feared you hated you scuffed dirton what little of you I could bear near me scorned you called you vicious names Every time you have settled over an afternoon a friendship a night walk my brow my sleepI have lashed free of your desolate island back to the familiar continent Coward I have watched you buckle undernightsticks and fire hoses You have disgusted me slipping flowers into gunsholding hands with yourself singing to bullets and dogs Who can speak your language but animals and saints What history recordsyour triumphs Over what centuries have you reigned Miasma Where are the stonelists of those who have died in your name In the land where you are loved what becomes of the veterans of all against all How will I clothe myself How will I eat Howwill I teach my children whom to respect how to find their people on the mapof the world when I have so seldom seen your bloodless face Tell me Outlaw what is the work of the belligerent in your anarchic kingdom Where is my pla

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