My heart is ready for war.
The politician asked me:
But what of honor?
so I’ll gory the battle
armor-less and tall
if it’ll prove you’re not a poem.
The only arms I take up
are my own, still shaking from your closeness
but strong enough
to hold out my damp heart to the fray,
to hold onto faith like fish’s thrashing
to hold this sacred ground.
The world has gone to war.
Towns and cities thick with gas,
black with blood and broken glass –
the urgency is deafening.
Love me quick now
before they take my body
before they take your home
before there is no more love to make.
we MUST make love.
They’re planting bombs beneath libraries,
read me every story so our children can sleep.
There’s no more time for fear
the worst is already on its way,
the guns are the least of it.
I will make my flesh transparent
since there’s nowhere to hide.
I will stand in your yard and watch for tanks.
I will light myself on fire if they try to take you
and run into their arms like a child to the great mother,
burning them to ashes with my love