12/13/1937

Where is your armor, love?
You can’t drift onto the field
with nothing but the skin on your back.

It’s cold, and there are men
whose hands are colder still.
I can feel you trembling from miles away,
from years away.

Don’t you know you’re in a war zone.
Don’t you know what they do to children here.

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6 thoughts on “12/13/1937

  1. your poem is powerful and way too timely. i read it before i saw the tag “nanking” but i’d already grasped the situation. the fear and vulnerability are haunting. you ask several questions. may i ask why you put question marks after the first two but not the last two?

    1. Thank you so much for these thoughts. I can’t tell you how much it means to encounter a reader who considers my work deeply and complexly.

      I omitted question marks from the last two questions to offer them as facts. I wanted to capture the inevitability of the situation, and so I presented the questions more like statements to make them seem solid and inescapable.

      1. your explanation about the question marks makes sense to me. and you are welcome for the thoughts. when i come across work that shows this level of craftsmanship, i feel obligated to take a serious look at it.

Thoughts? I love those.

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