it is an island
shaped like a tadpole
at the head there is
a giant cannon
which today outdates
the required accuracy
how to kill
the specifics
how the particulars
can be eradicated
with all ease
at the middle is an
airway strip
where old suicide planes
first landed
at the tip is the cemetery
a metaphor for sad endings
where the dead
are buried without their
names written in stones
a marble chrysanthemum
at the center
and then round smooth stones
surround
here the war heroes
are mute
our hearts know
not what patriotism is
all victims
war must be outlawed
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