The friendly war begins/ends

This serves as an epigraph and epilogue to a collection I have had to put together. Visualise this piece centered and double-spaced.


“Man woman child and totem lie prostrate stinking dead
As the furless wolves crawl
Their bellies split and weeping all
Ignorant at the trample of gift-bearers
They let into their bowing heads
Calling them four-legged friends:
Suck the crumbs from their pawed hands
Check their electric hug their feint
Warm on a body that will burn
Away the nag of pleasure bitterly
And learn Brutus is a saint
And Caesar kin to me.”


Yet yonder past the huts
Square stomachs full of people and pieces
Stroll two Gauls
Near each the bronze other
Stabbing the torn flattened living
Picking up trash almost
And neither is a wolf
To cannibalise its kind.
Rare these the soldiers who
Do not run friend and friend through
With so sharp a sword
Their tongues blister iron too
Yet their handshake and hug
Needn’t match palms for pitch
On friendly fire like the rest of it.
Strolling on the Gauls
Urinate sidelong and laughing
As they realize they cannot
Speaking to crying wolves
Who like horses stalk to your door
sweet as female and clove and sweeter than
The young man’s face that rots in their mouths
When it was that the words
Et, tu deserved I do.


~ by Jeremy on April 27, 2011.

One Response to “The friendly war begins/ends”

  1. Thanks for posting this. I enjoyed reading it very much. Reading and writing poetry relaxes me and I think it’s soothing for the soul. Great job.

    A Poem for Mothers

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