Winter winds
Haiku sequence
Congress declares war,
frigid words on old paper —
eagles lose their nest.
War is a racket —
Said once the “Fighting Quaker.”
Snow covers his grave.
Homeless veterans,
freeze under a concrete bridge —
new ones join them soon.
To the far mountains
a deranged penguin waddles —
war dreams of itself.
Ayatollah killed,
more tyrants toppling tyrants —
gray monks sit in sleet.
Money makes missiles
soar on Surprise Saturday —
cold start a hot war.
Death rides a pale horse,
follows conquest, war, famine —
Palantir profits.
God versus God fight,
polymarket pumps tonight —
bets on bone and ash.
Freedom for Iran?
Ice melts from Zagros Mountains. . .
Damask roses bloom.
Notes:
“Fighting Quaker” is Major General Smedley Butler. Recipient of several Medals of Honor.
“war dreams of itself” — Werner Herzog
Gray Monks, see the poem “The Grey Monk” by William Blake.
It is THE racket, along with the pharma/"health" industry, and obviously banking too.
This was excellent and sorely needed. Poetry's the last bastion of free speech, the last outlet we have to tell the truth about what's really going on in this world.