POETS IN THE QUIET GARDEN OF TERROR
Does the poet make you laugh and sing? The poet
Wants you to spend a moment in paradise even though
There is terror in the quiet garden waiting for us.
Sometimes I write by the light of the shark’s teeth;
My best odes many come from the carnage of Fallulah.;
For Picasso, he chose Guernica for a carnage masterpiece.
Do poets make you cry? I apologize for those in hell
For my poems, I never meant to disturb the world at large.
Horses of sorrow must break free from corralled peace
It is improvident not to see the mistakes of war and
To glorify only the victors. For this we may find ourselves
Under those restless horses hooves; bless dutiful poets.
Beauty may be drenched in birth blood and ugliest couched
By good intentions; the war on terror is always in the quiet
Garden. Dafur had 115 years of peace before this war.