I don’t write about the war, much:when it broke out, it felt as thoughEurope were my body, and a crocodilehad torn off one of my limbs, left it severedand was feasting on its gorein parody of glory. I don’t write about the war, as such:I’ve thought about red buttons, Hiroshima shadows on concrete steps, waved […]

I don’t write about the war #poetry #earthweal