a personal account

Bloodless war

So this is my
bloodless combat
a fight to death
when I have no flag
behind me to endorse
to glorify
I can sneak up behind time
strangle her
only later to be
grieving that nothing ever happens
I may surround all of matter
near midnight
obliterate it in one bright flash of idealism
only later to regret
that the mind is equally senseless
and then all the personal things
work grudges, love fractures, intoxication cravings, unspoken family sorrows
all those tanks, Morse codes, handheld grenades, isolated trenches
that I must overcome, decipher, throw away, endure
when I still don’t have a flag of purpose
to endorse
to glorify
should the inconceivable happen:
                 victory


to what homeland should I return
if this war
suddenly comes to an end?

 

 

Modern Poetry

2 thoughts on “a personal account

  1. Home–land—something of interest to me of late. When one has no ‘home’ to return to except that of one’s mind then is that ultimate freedom in this world’s context? Or is it something else???

  2. dear pablo,

    you can return to the homeland changed. changed but will try to escape again to find that you don’t belong to your home anymore. since you have changed everything that reminds you of home.

    great poem!

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