September 28, 2009
dark under the trees
Listening to Vietnam veterans recalling how they let their minds be trained to dehumanize the enemy, being the only way they themselves could survive
cat snug in a warm sweater nest
leaves wet with rain
A man writes a poem about a too early snow in Buffalo, and the leaves are still on the trees, these young men going off to war.
Walking in the dim woods thinking of another young man, 38 sounding 15, speaking of the Humane Society of the United States as if it were one of the 3 branches of government, this is how his black and white world appears to him, at first it's oddly funny but then with a pang, one wonders what our country would be like if we did have a third of the government that only cared about living things?
Posted by Diana Ludwig at 6:09 AM