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Rows upon rows
endless rows
gulped into the gaping maw
claimed by the cannon
so much fodder
The yawning chasm of death
devours assembly-line rows
churning out
neat flag-wrapped packages
a manufactured product
identical in death
Cookie cutter coffins
cookie cutter flags
neat boxes, always in demand
there is an endless supply
Do not think yourself invulnerable
death is inconvenient
when you are made to face the truth
*Note: This poem was written for and inspired by the Inspiration Monday prompt “Inconvenient Death” from BeKindRewrite. You can visit their blog by clicking on either of the two images:
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A very moving poem Scriptor. It is such a tragic waste.
I agree completely with you Joe, war is truly and utterly pointless. So unnecessary, so sad…So pointless…Thank you so much for stopping by, and I am so glad that you liked my poem here.
War always is; war always be…..why? A picture like the one above with the coffins, paints thousands of words and it paints them….red. A very sad, effective poem….I will keep it close among my war mementos….thanks for this.
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Your words underscore the impact of the photo. War makes no sense to me – never has, never will. Seems like such a mindless, medieval way to settle differences. You’d think man would have evolved by now.
I agree completely with you, war is completely and utterly senseless. I don’t have much faith in humankind myself…I am a cynic and a pessimist, I guess. I really doubt that we will ever conduct ourselves in a more civilized and peaceful way, especially when it comes to settling our differences…Sigh…Thank you so much for stopping by and commenting, I really appreciate it. Stop by again soon!
In August 1969, five local National Guard soldiers were killed by a landmine in Vietnam, days before they were scheduled to return home. Their five flag bestrewn caskets, arranged in a row on the tarmac of what was then Grenier Field, were offset by a brilliant blue sky, giving a surreal feel to the result of horror. I’ve never forgotten that image. I was 14 at the time. My sister knew three of those killed.
And now we have rumblings of yet more war, with nincompoops in Iran and in the US apparently itching for a fight. Last night, Chris Matthews, seeming troubled by what he witnessed, shared how Rick Santorum was excited about engaging Iran.
Madness.
Madness indeed Nelle, I couldn’t agree with you more on this one here. Thank you so much for stopping by and commenting, I really appreciate it. Stop by again soon!
Well said. For me this poem hit gold at “assembly-line rows”. So many people have said war is terrible (Sherman, after all, said “war is hell”), but few have pointed out the depersonalising neatness.
“(If you had seen him die)…My friend, you would not preach with such high zest
To children eager for some desperate glory
The old lie: dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.” (Wilfred Owen, killed 1918).
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A powerful poem…and image.
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It is warlike people who force peace-loving people to take up arms, and it is always tragic. This is a powerful piece: thank you for sharing it.
Yes, I agree. It is truly and utterly tragic to the nth degree, and so pointless too. There are much better ways to settle our differences in this world. Sad to say that we will never use those other ways. Humankind has a warlike nature, I guess…Sigh…Its really sad what people are willing to do to other people. We are all related and we are all the same, even if we do not realize it. We all want the same things at some basic level. Thank you so much for stopping by and for taking the time to leave a comment here, I really appreciate it. I am so glad that you liked my poem here. You are most welcome here anytime, and I really look forward to seeing you around here again sometime soon. Stop by again soon!
Denial works quite well for so many, especially in the face of “inconvenient death”. Thank you again, Scriptor, for another poignant truth…
I agree with you completely here. Thank you so much for stopping by, Lindy, I really appreciate it. I am so glad that you liked my poem here!
Great works Scriptor, like the song and your words!!
Xandi
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Powerful work…as always.
Thank you so much, Hook. I really appreciate it!
Very moving, Scriptor. Thanks.
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