Uncertain Love in a Time of Perpetual War

[billy]

bugger me rowens, i do like this one a lot. i actually felt an emotion towards the person in the poem. some of the lines are excellent. [even the poor are fat...] being just one of them. i think it shows we need more than the basics life gives us. it shows we also need feeding emotionally through love, any kind of love but ideally that of a partner who can share feeling with us.

       Uncertain Love in a Time of Perpetual War

Fiercely fighting, and fiercely dying,
another day another hassle, mostly caused-
brought about by me. Why?

Do I not have the same windows
and see the same world?
Was the snow so much colder for the nazis Nazis
and so made them so much more mad?
Well they had their day in history,
when is my reprieve from cold and hunger?

Cold and hunger for something other than
noxious sunlight and food;
I have plenty of that, even the poor are fat in America.
When will my door open on something?—
When someone comes to me and knocks, it's me that feels unwelcome.

But I have my dreams and my memories,
and a stack of hopes taller and wider than me;
maybe if I don't lose them or my house doesn't burn down,
if they're not already fading like the smell of my favorite book
which was the only thing that let me remember my grandma's voice
and the best of times with my old best friend,
I can carry that bliss to the door I cherish
and knock without feeling like a boor.