Weapons of War

Elisabeth Horan

I wonder about fistulas and how a pocket of flesh is made from violence / how a coin purse of feces and urine and discharge holds the effluence of rape / who holds the run-off of soldier’s semen’s  war-crimes / who holds girls’ hands’ tremors when the fingernails are gone / who is the animal in the forest / scratch that / who is the weapon drawn in bush and scrub path / machete / kalashnikov / murderous breathing eyes / say you are the daughter of my enemy / strike down beautiful things such as girls’ lives’ futures for a man-act. They are filling up coin purses so full / so fast

 

There is no candy to be had / this is a collection of God’s forgetting / remembering to make a pocket out of flesh / bad mistake not to tell girls’ bodies’ systems to drain the way men are killing spirits like pig meat / monkeys / & dogs / scratch that /  womens’ innocence / is pure / these are inner sanctums / do not forget God / that these are heavens

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Elisabeth Horan is a poet mother student lover of kind people and animals, homesteading in Vermont with her tolerant partner and two young sons. She writes to survive and survives to write - We are all battling something. Let's support each other. Elisabeth enjoys riding horses and caring for her cats, chickens, goats and children (not necessarily in that order). She teaches at River Valley Community College in New Hampshire.

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  1. Wow. Powerful work:
    / bad mistake not to tell girls’ bodies’ systems to drain the way men are killing spirits like pig meat / monkeys / & dogs / scratch that / womens’ innocence

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