What a war it is when the earth looks at “what” <br />The trumpet is playing like the ashes remaining from the old wars <br />On the ruined magnificent chateaux <br />And it remains from the “it is war” <br /> Like ever <br />Her ringlets rise from the petrol tubes from the rivers ruined by the colors of war <br />And fixes to a gaze from behind which gazes in to the labyrinth of tubes <br />It remains from the “ it is war” and goes on towards falling <br />A big bomb stands above and doubts to fall <br />It is a doubting bomb, it slips from her ringlets falls between the petrol tubes <br />The world’s violence rests coldly on her shoulders <br />From the tubes rising from her ringlets <br />Falls the “it is war”, falls the missed legs <br />The eyes loosened from the skulls <br />The earth is like ever between her ringlets <br />What a war it is like ever! <br />And the falling is falling from her ringlets <br />It is falling to say “what? ”<br /><br />Alireza Behnam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-6/
