~ Ci Vogliono Solo Due~

[heslopian]

This is excellent. A dark and haunting poem which skewers the madness of war, the pointlessness of violence. Image after image is laid upon us with startling ferocity and pain. The bloody sun, the lives ended before they begin, the funerals and grief which cripple the survivors, it all creates a dense tapestry which clings onto us and never lets go. My one quibble would be with the use of the ampersand, which seems a tad messy when used in an otherwise formal poem.
This piece reminds me somewhat of Blasted, a controversial play by Sarah Kane, about a journalist who rapes a young woman in a Leeds hotel room, and is then forced to face the horrors of war when fighting devastates the world outside and a psychotic soldier breaks in and tortures him.