Collateral Damage
by Martina Reisz Newberry
First, there was a thousand years of famine,
then a moment of surplus. Death’s flawless
dreams waited for our silent coming. We
bloomed—black Narcissus on a bruised and
desecrated desert. We set the clocks
for the earth to explode under us.
We ignored the signs, transfused the wounded
with tainted blood and gave medicines that
dissolved the bones of our brothers. We cut
open our sisters’ bodies and placed bitter
leaves in their wombs. We polished our own hearts
with aluminum salts borrowed from the
cellars of devils. We delivered fears
and fevers and the certainty of God’s
malicious ending. Where death lay sleeping,
we woke death up to sort our morals from
our memories. We, the conquerors of
cracked earth and merciless yellow sky, moved
on without apology and death stayed
behind, where we left it. All this, all this,
we cried, we did for Peace.
End of the poem
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