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The Taste of War

I taste war...all around me; but it's nowhere to be seen. Smelling fear through polluted feathers; tickling my nose. Fallen from many and from few; revealing endlessly gathered white crosses in tight rows like a pew. I know war is someplace hot but here war is some other place rather cold. Always mediated into chaotic madness that seems to surround the entire globe. No matter what you do, eventually it will find you. But for me, I am very far from the terrors of physical war. Let us wonder... What constitutes what war really is? My meaningless belief is that war is an individually believed matter of perspective; war is war. War is not peace being with us. Seeking sanction by using brutality—? It's just like I always say... The cycle repeats. I taste war...all around me; but it is nowhere to be seen. End May 19, 2017

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Becca Teagan

Date: 5/20/2017 5:30:00 AM

This is a thought-provoking poem! So, let me see if I get this- War is all around us... but we can't see it. War, for each person, is created within us... it is what we perceive that brings unrest, or a lack of peace. Wow this is actually really philosophical. I like the way you came back to the beginning to demonstrate that the cycle repeats. Cool poem, IZ

Ironic Zink
Date: 5/20/2017 1:00:00 PM

Becca, your explanatory summary of what I meant is spot on. I really like how you liked my metaphorical and literal aspects of this poem. Also, I am thrilled to have your comment. Thank you...