War

Arrhg the pain injury of war
I cannot bear any longer
suffering dying at the door
will it make us any stronger?

Ice the cold of unresponding lips
as you walk past in the cold noon
I say hello with a dip
and wish you would not leave so soon

I cannot eat artificial plastic notes or coin
even though some behave as if they could
I cannot use concrete to sow in
although developers think they should

I do not count the gifts, they I only treasure
given by lovers lift, me from penury. Last forever.
I do not test your grace or try to measure
my own inadequecies I bury, at my own leisure.