The Picture of Now

What squashes Peace worse than War? I feel the heavy quakes by the angry booms Coming from left and right, behind and before. Peace zooms off from all souls, bodies and rooms. I run. Peace runs too. We both pant; I hate the pattering of the souls of my feet. Guns quarrel, the air filled with their rant. I hide nearby a bridge to avoid the heat. Regularly, strange sirens zoom by and wow, Plunging our feet to unprepared races. World and world jam and pow each other now, Detonating our planted hearts in their places. This very morning, I am slightly asleep When from nearby guns begin to stutter. I become scared. Some sound as if they weep. I run to the river and dive and hear it splatter. The world wails when War and Peace wrestle; When War emerges and missiles shrill, Peace becomes deaf and hears only a little. And so shatters the world's wonderful will. I am now in love with it when it becomes dark: Peace find more peace; less weapons clatter; More oxygen to inhale; much less fires park; It temporarily quells the two worlds' batter. DATE: 13/07/2022 CONTEST: ONOMATOPOEIA POETRY CONTEST SPONSOR: EMILE PINET