Poetry Porch: Poetry


The Machine of War
by Diana Der-Hovanessian

The machine of war
used to be
a marching machine
like a centipede
coordinated by
hunger and need.
Itís mechanized now
and flies in planes
dropping bombs below
in indiscriminate rain
but still has
an insectís brain.

Copyright © 2002 by Diana Der-Hovanessian.
Reprinted from The Burning Glass by Diana Der-Hovanessian.  Riverdale-on-Hudson, NY: Sheep Meadow Press, 2002.