Short War Poem – Distant Killings

The decision to go to war is mostly taken by people far removed from its brutality. This is what I explore in my short war poem Distant Killings.

Sanctioning distant killings

Distant Killings

No decree wanted to
sanction the slaughter

blindly complicit
sanitised by silk suits and
gold timepieces.

In the distance,
lifeless limbs garnish
fallen cities.

The howling of the slain bereft
evaporates,
short of viral vigour.

Plain penpushers
press on, bestowing

distant killings,
elsewhere.
End-time war

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