That War Over There
by Barb Adams

And so we wait
try not to think too much
about what we just did

Some grieve the means
Some gloat the end

Justify it as liberation, dear
Now they are free
to die in the dark
thirsty, dusty

The why was a lie
when that doesn't work
try another

As the reality of war
drifts off like a thunderhead
our gaze shifts

A blank stare, blink, numb
on to the next one
back to the busy
uneasy of the day



Barb Adams, a singer, grower and member of the web of life on Vashon Island.


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