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How To Kill

Rating: 4.2
Under the parabola of a ball,
a child turning into a man,
I looked into the air too long.
The ball fell in my hand, it sang
in the closed fist: Open Open
Behold a gift designed to kill.

Now in my dial of glass appears
the soldier who is going to die.
He smiles, and moves about in ways
his mother knows, habits of his.
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Fitzjames Wood 17 March 2021
'He smiles, and moves about in ways his mother knows, habits of his.' Is a heartbreaking couple of lines.
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Chinedu Dike 28 August 2019
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful creation from the heart. Thanks for sharing................
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kawaja ranganathyooooo 08 October 2018
I tink dis poom is rubbis. to too rubbiss. I hate bery much
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Partha Pratim Goswami 15 August 2016
And look, has made a man of dust of a man of flesh. This sorcery I do. Being damned, I am amused to see the centre of love diffused and the wave of love travel into vacancy. How easy it is to make a ghost. -shows the terror of modern warfare which turns all emotion and humanity into nothingness.What a horrible thing this is! the comparison with sorcery and the example of ghost is also astounding.
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Michael Morgan 12 July 2016
Unusually good war poem- a genre I usually don't find very interesting. MM
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Barry Middleton 12 July 2016
Very interesting poem. And timely. How easy it is for war to create ghosts. Indeed.
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Edward Kofi Louis 12 July 2016
The weightless mosquito touches! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Terry Craddock 30 April 2015
the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ball fell in my hand seems to be a grenade, 'Now in my dial of glass appears/ the soldier who is going to die' confirms the deadly game of war. Once weapons were a superstitious 'sorcery', modern warfare has moved far beyond this as 'How easy it is to make a ghost' confirms. 'The weightless mosquito touches' is so fitting, death like a mosquito is hard to see coming, death is weightless, and death claims the great and small, thus her tiny shadow on the stone, and with how like, how infinite a lightness, man and shadow meet. They fuse. A shadow is a man when the mosquito death approaches contains vast meaning.
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M Asim Nehal 12 July 2016
I agree with your comments........
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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 21 February 2015
Though this is one among the top standard poem of old times the meanings are relevant today and it is so important in a world of conflicts that we live.
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Nika Mcguin 21 February 2014
And look, has made a man of dust of a man of flesh. This sorcery I do. Being damned, I am amused to see the centre of love diffused and the wave of love travel into vacancy. How easy it is to make a ghost. These lines are so bone chilling. I also liked the shadow/mosquito verse.
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