The world's <br />not wanton <br />only wild and wavering <br /> <br />I wanted to choose words that even you <br />would have to be changed by <br /> <br />Take the word <br />of my pulse, loving and ordinary <br />Send out your signals, hoist <br />your dark scribbled flags <br />but take <br />my hand <br /> <br />All wars are useless to the dead <br /> <br />My hands are knotted in the rope <br />and I cannot sound the bell <br /> <br />My hands are frozen to the switch <br />and I cannot throw it <br /> <br />The foot is in the wheel <br /> <br />When it's finished and we're lying <br />in a stubble of blistered flowers <br />eyes gaping, mouths staring <br />dusted with crushed arterial blues <br /> <br />I'll have done nothing <br />even for you?<br /><br />Adrienne Rich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/implosions/
