the Word

Forget the cluttered, structured phrase that clouded up and spread the haze of

anger in your mind.

Reject the tearful, worried, woe; the stagnant stream that slowly flows and

drowns you in your mind.

Recall the recent victory. It was, and is, and is to be the only peaceful word you hear

(I've heard) in times of war

The war? It thrives. On bones. On hides. Its whirling hate surrounds the gate

delineating joy

The word? It thrives. Is calm. Is wise. Within no snags arise. And knows itself,

is victory.