...because here, Bullet, here is where the world ends, every time.
War
Believe it when you see it.Believe it when a twelve-year-old rolls a grenade into the room.
Has this year made me a better lover?Will I understand something of hardship,of loss, will a lover sense thisin my kiss or touch? What do I knowof redemption or sacrifice, what will I haveto say of the dead - that it was it worth it,that any of it made sense?I have no words to speak of war.