The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 4/17/08

[BlueIris]

"Occupation"

The soldiers
are hard at work
building a house.
They hammer
bodies into the earth
like nails,
they paint the walls
with blood.
Inside the doors
stay shut, locked
as eyes of stone.
Inside the stairs
feel slippery,
all flights go down.
There is no floor:
only a roof,
where ash is falling—
dark snow,
human snow,
thickly, mutely
falling.
Come, they say.
This house will
last forever.
You must occupy it.
And you, and you—
And you, and you—
Come, they say.
There is room
for everyone.

—Suji Kwock Kim

[otherlander]

1. Damn.

God fucking damn.

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:thumbsup:

[ThomCat]

2. If only the politicians who demand war and enable it

had to live in that house instead. x(

There would be many fewer wars if the warmongers had to participate on the front lines.

This is a very eloquent poem about the world that war builds.

[BlueIris]

3. Yup. nt

[CaliforniaPeggy]

4. My dear BlueIris...

Stunning, anti-war poetry...

Thank you...

Really excellent...

:hi:

[BlueIris]

5. I agree with your assessment.

It burns me up that this author isn't more famous.