Pen

Your murderous pen ate a thousand thousand thousand lives,
your murderous pen, with its iron wrought ink.

Guns kill people, but the pen is far worse,
far mightier than either sword or cruise missile.

Hiroshima and Nagasaki saw structures
adorned with dying shadows when a little boy

and a fat man played chicken with Apollo,
but it was a pen which encouraged their gluttony

for the heart of the Sun.
Vietnam, courtesy of a pen. Korea. Iran.

Iraq. Pens. Pens upon which we impaled brides.
Pens from the sky, rods from God.

Pens in the Holy Land, pens at the temples
and in the mouth. Exit wounds.

Pens.


~ryas

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