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:
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
so true...
Sometimes, Erin, I wonder how it is that we are ever able to speak.
Laura, thank you.
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