No one remembers when
the eternity war began
though the elders will
whisper stories that the
young dismiss as fantasy
as they put on tan fatigues
assemble their carbines
and head into a land
they have never known
to meet a people
who know not
peace
Unspoken Politics 
Andy,
Your poem is very powerful and so true. Did you intend for it to form this shape of a bomb? It’s good to see you writing again..
Love,
Mom
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No, my verse just tends to form like this- I value short lines and economy of language. They often look vase-like to my eye.
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