If someone should ask you one day,
is the war over?
you may respond by saying which one? ....
Wars it seem are never over
the war with ourselves
and
with each other
No small conflict dies a natural death,
but mushroom clouds to the heavens
and back
landing as close to my backyard
as the government will permit
Lately it seems that
even saying I love you
invites a
carefully measured response.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem