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What Is (War)

And if all those who meet or even
hear of you become witness to what you are—

a white country of blight beneath the last snows of
spring. Could we remain quiet on earth

and bear it, the war we make inside
what is—it's a long time to be here, to be still,

to feel the rot inside now—bone-scrap, char, sheets of stars

at the edge of a field where we are once again
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Edward Kofi Louis 18 March 2016

The parameters of uncertainty! Nice work.

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