They’re all dead and have become legend
the chewing of the mice in the mud
and the groaning of the brothers trapped on barbed wires
as the bullets screamed into their heads
who could believe it happened?
Who could believe that the gas volumetrically flowed
over white and tired faces
their gasmasks loose
as spontaneous twitching
and acid burning
made them dance perverse waltzes across the craters?
The saluting of generals
and the inbred aristocracy wiping noses of snuff
work to create greed inspired borders
and empower the money hoarders
as Woodrow Wilson lolls his head before the stroke
and his great dreams become magician’s smoke
the 4 points of the compass rose beat his 14.
There’s no lasting world peace in 1918
there’s just a break before the next war
as Hitler and Churchill knew –
Goddamn is the only worthy swear
those bleached skulls devoid of soft and tender ears
won’t be able to hear
when open salvos break the bones of their children
and of their children punji-staked in Southeast Asia
and their children car bombed in the Middle East
and their children fearing the fungal growth
of the mushroom cloud,
who today gather around and read of the
war to end war.