William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

After the War

Yes, where there’s a monster, a mob will form. Some will throw stones. Others will cheer the monster on. This will be accompanied by systems of outraged justice and law, hypocrisy, and war. And yet through it all, there will be those who love. They will not be part of the mob. They will not steal. They will not kill. They will not be indignant or righteous or loud. And those who survive will bathe the wounds of the fallen and the confused. They will have children, and work, and sing, and write poems. And then someday, war will not come.

 
After the War

In the ruins
beneath

the sun
beside

the column
across

the step
an ant

making
its way

home

Poems, Slightly Used, October 16, 2009

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