Poem Alice Walker, Dead Men Love War

Dead Men Love War

©by Alice Walker

Dead men love war
they sit astride
the icy bones
of their slaughtered horses
grinning.

They wind their pacemakers
especially tight
and like Napoleon
favor
green velvet dressing
gowns
on the battle field.

They sit
in board rooms
dreaming
of a profit
that outlives
death.

Dead men
love war
they like to anticipate
receptions
and balls
to which
they will bring
their loathsome daughters
Desolation
and Decay
They like to fantasize
about the rare vintage
of blood
to be served
and
how much company
they are going
to have.

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