Showing posts with label war. Show all posts
Showing posts with label war. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 14, 2026

SELLING BOOKS ON GOVERNORS ISLAND
by Sarah Sarai















SELLING BOOKS ON GOVERNORS ISLAND

I told Jenna
one poetry book
equals
an Oxford English Dictionary
or two boxes of
Girl Scout Cookies,

equivalencies being
the lifeblood of poetry,
along with the rigmarole:
aa bb cc,
metaphor, simile.
Equivalencies.

As in 155 murdered
children
are equivalent to
310 parents of
murdered children,
maybe more.
There are aunts,
cousins, grandparents.
Sibs, also.

Love is love. Just, its
focus can be mutilated
by Tomahawk missiles
and stored in dead-end files.

“Pete Hegseth,”
“Donald Trump.”


*Emailing my theory of equivalencies to Indolent Books pressmate Jenna Le prompted this poem.

First posted on: Second Coming No. 605 — September 16, 2026 / Second Coming is "a poem-a-day protest against the threat posed to our democracy by Donald Trump and his fascist regime. It is a sponsored project of Indolent Arts, a 501(c)(3) nonprofit. Consider becoming a paid subscriber or making a one-time tax-deductible donation to support Second Coming.  https://secondcoming.substack.com.

Thursday, October 27, 2016

A Rhetorical Inquiry Into The Moral Certitude Of Cause And Effect [#poem] [#ElevenEleven]


A Rhetorical Inquiry Into The Moral Certitude Of Cause And Effect

Today we picked tulips and

 

stubbed our big toe and went

 

to war and lost a bunch a arms

 

and feet and shit and gunned

 

down a dozen fifty people

 

and got tired and took a nap

 

and had a family and raised

 

a mess a kids and picked

 

daffodils and scratched our

 

finger bad and then we went

 

to war. We blew up some big

 

stuff and little stuff and people

 

tall and stupid crying babies

and a whole lot a us puked

and we were buried or they

put us on these lame cots and

we got better and met girls

 

and boys and had families and

 

glued pink fuzzy bunny ears

 

on our sister’s headband for

 

spring assembly and then we

 

killed a whole lot more people

 

cause we had to go to war cause

 

we picked lilies and sneezed and

 

after you pick lilies and sneeze

 

or something they send you to

 

war. Don’t you know anything?

 


by Sarah Sarai. First published in Eleven Eleven, Issue 5.
Anti-war. Not anti-soldier.