10-05-2017, 07:17 AM
Not where I planned on taking this one (I actually respect the person I chose) but you go where you go.
The Eye of the Needle and What it Saw
There wasn’t enough blood for war.
So, it had to become not a war,
but more like a set
of Russian nesting dolls
placed in a line, each smaller
than the last.
When put back together,
the larger dolls were fed to the smaller.
Stomachs did not distend,
and painted smiles showed only satisfaction.
This cannibalism was the Korean War.
It was their three-million inside our fifty-four thousand.
Then Murdoch brought the blood
and more. Every 12 days, his cure
killed more than we lost in Korea, and the deaths
that were no loss happened 21 months later.
Anxiety was cured by hepatitis and the children
were paralyzed. They stood rigid like soldiers,
like dolls,
painted smiles,
closed mouths,
no one spoke.
The Eye of the Needle and What it Saw
There wasn’t enough blood for war.
So, it had to become not a war,
but more like a set
of Russian nesting dolls
placed in a line, each smaller
than the last.
When put back together,
the larger dolls were fed to the smaller.
Stomachs did not distend,
and painted smiles showed only satisfaction.
This cannibalism was the Korean War.
It was their three-million inside our fifty-four thousand.
Then Murdoch brought the blood
and more. Every 12 days, his cure
killed more than we lost in Korea, and the deaths
that were no loss happened 21 months later.
Anxiety was cured by hepatitis and the children
were paralyzed. They stood rigid like soldiers,
like dolls,
painted smiles,
closed mouths,
no one spoke.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson