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VISUAL WRITING : NOWAR! PROJECT / ABSTRACTS

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(Bertold Brecht)

Words are said
they start with an f
and fly into the shy
like a thread
trite
hackneyed
melt
refused

breath

tug-of-war

land of fear
while faces are smiling

War is at home
low intensity
Stop! everyone must be free

luggage

hearths

"We Never Know"
He danced with tall grass
for a moment, like he was swaying
with a woman. Our gun barrels
glowed white-hot.
When I got to him,
a blue halo
of flies had already claimed him.
I pulled the crumbed photograph
from his fingers.
There's no other way
to say this: I fell in love.
The morning cleared again,
except for a distant mortar
& somewhere choppers taking off.
I slid the wallet into his pocket
& turned him over, so he wouldn't be
kissing the ground.
(Yusef Komunyakaa)

space

metre

route

land

deep

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