Closing the War Room
Dear wife when I leave my red-light-lit
war room behind me
can you tidy up my love.
Sorry about the mess,
I was a befuddled general,
I led far too many
into my own dark fears.
Can you put way my cluttered
battle maps, dire dispatches
and unbroken codes,
then please take my desk and chair
into the sunlight
where in time they might become
mossy and ornamental
for your small garden?
The abandoned room
should be turned into a nursery
for green and yellow plantings.
The war chest is open and empty,
make it a crib
for all the infants who can now live
forever peacefully with themselves.
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