WHO WON THE WAR? by David Erdos - Poem 4 from AT THE GATES
WHO WON THE WAR?
Who won the war? No-one knows. As in the main,
States recover. And yet, now, there's a new war,
Easily replacing the old: of the self. I set about
it
Each day, as I settle down beside Netflix,
Immersing myself within product while mine
Falters, broken, and literally left as it is, on
the shelf.
And clearly bound by them, too; galleried as I am;
A stacked story. With pages unturned, few are
reading
As we all consider and chase our own tale. But made
Near agoraphobic by this, today I went on my own
Talking Head's Road To Nowhere, venturing towards
The closed shops of Uxbridge, and in search
Of a part of the past that can't fail. Or, part of
another
Story, now told, as the weather withdraws the cold
given.
And yet there are no avenues now to warm me,
And no waiting arms to arrange. Instead, I have
been
Sending messages out from the front as I become
Both my own foe and victim. But today, I dared the
air's
Presumed shrapnel to follow the untested
battlefield
Within range. An unmasked Police car sped past
And the public sidestep continued. This fascist
salute
Formed by footsteps has seen the country's
circumference
Truly change. Now, the people trace it like ghouls,
Concentrically challenged. Joggers concentrate
within circles
That stretch the balloon made from breath, which
will either
Burst when all we were before has been wasted,
Or, return to the mouth, a kiss granted, as if it
were
A last shot at life before death. Unnaturally, I
still don't know
What to do. I have lost my shape and my purpose.
But a bleating
Sheep is just background in a ruined field no-one
sees.
And so I graze out in warm air, or in a kind of
dream
During rainfall, shedding ghosts to cure chaos;
For once the honey's held, where's the bee?
I know those Flanders flowers still grow, as do the
weeds
Around Auschwitz. Across each soil war seeks
congress.
So, lay down your arms. Touch has cost now.
But as far I know, love's still free.
David Erdos February 6th 2021
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