Old Wars Spin On
The world of our ancestors
keeps rolling around.
I watched it on an old globe
bought from a pawn shop.
The front lines, though faint,
led to blood-red delineations.
The glob made me dream.
I was spreading a map
over a wide table
I could see minuscule life
running forward or retreating.
I saw armies charging here and there
body parts everywhere.
Back in the wide-awake world
some old warriors ended up in Florida
tanned but terribly wounded
they send me pleading letters
not to say another word.
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