I think of that war
the one chasing us all
in all the ways to chase.
“It’s time to forget”
the delicate doves have told us…
But what do doves know
of the taste of blood,
of the smell of mid-night screams?
What do they know,
If they wake up in their nests,
and mankind in a ditch?
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I think of that war the one chasing us all in all the ways to chase. “It’s time to forget” the delicate doves have told us… But what do doves know of the taste of blood, of the smell of mid-night screams? What do they know, If they wake up in their nests, and mankind in a ditch?