No War has Ever Been Won Poem by Summer Breeze

Summer Breeze

NoWar Has Ever BeenWon

the south still fights the civil war
the Native Americans theirs
behind an Asian smile is Hiroshima
leaders may surrender and obey
people never forget
nor accept
defeat
carrying bigger and bigger sticks
created billions of splinters
mighty motes
splintering the children
billions of lives sacrificed
no war has ever been won
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I am the Only Man Who Ever Lived Poem by David Michael Jackson

FOR WILLIE
who am I to say musician
to say poet
who am I
to say artist
every human needs to say
these
these are the only hands
these are the supreme hands
I am the only man who ever lived
a mammal in a lair
snarling when cornered
like Dylan’s wolverine
gasping for the last breath
for the last word ever uttered by
mankind itself

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Looking at the Ceiling Poem by David Michael Jackson

Texture

A textured ceiling
with the shadows intact,
like the moment of
the mason,
the
craft,
the
art,
unnoticed in the
sale of
cotton canvas in
the department store,
in
the moment of
submission,
that moment.
The textures demand it,
they demand it.
They demand the painting,
the undefined expression of
what?
Only the moment
suspended in
what?
A suspension bridge to
truth,
to
you.
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What Did it Matter Poem by David Michael Jackson

What Did It Matter by David Jackson
And what did it matter
after my last poem was read,
after the last painting,
painted in red,
and what did it matter
after the last bet was lost,
lost in the roll of the dice,
lost in God’s conquest or
man’s wisdom or
folly.,
lost as surely as the
fundamentalist target is
lost,
lost as surely as the last
child of war is
lost,
lost as you,
or
I

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