Nancy L. Meek

THE WAR POEM I REFUSE TO WRITE

I will not write on the atrocities of war,
the mutilated bodies too noxious to view,
nor cruel beheadings telling the score,
for I do not believe it would matter to you.

I will not compose with keyboard nor pen
one single verse which might help you see
the effects of war on our women and men
and just how worse their futures can be.

Yes, I have chosen to refuse to write
on the blood, the entrails, the dung,
the fears suppressed by all who fight
and parents who wail for their young.

I already know I would lose the battle
should I spend my ink on folks like you
who’d rather run from war’s death rattle
having, of course, better things to do.