Thursday, November 11, 2010

War



Shot Down
November 11, 2010

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War

The first casualty
is conscience.

Then comes flesh
and blood,
the carrion-cry
of another noble cause.

The last casualty
never knows he is.

But his silence,
silence,
silence,
silence,
is deafening.

From Another Song I Know, Cosmopsis Books (2007).


3 comments:

Woman in a Window said...

This is interesting to me, William. Your poem just came up on my page and the whole poem was, The first casualty is conscience. That is all. And I was thinking, and so too goes our humanity, hand in hand.

Your whole page had loaded like that and then froze. I had to reload it and then was startled to read that there was more to the poem. And now I am silenced by the last part, especially.

xo
erin

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

so true...

William Michaelian said...

Sometimes, Erin, I wonder how it is that we are ever able to speak.

Laura, thank you.