Bullets Begin to Flower¹

To be Against War is 
Not enough: it is hardly a Beginning!²
We must Fight till we conquer 
In ourselves—what causes war.³
We must all their ammunition and 
Feats of war Defeat with our plain 
Heroic magnitude of Mind!⁴

Love & Poetry win forever.
War is a great big lose. I am a Poet and 
A Lover and a Winner—how about you?⁵
We henceforth exalt the name of Peace 
And Leave those rusty wars that eat the Soul—
Write the holy name of Peace and set it 
On high where none can pluck it down.⁶
I write twenty lines about Love and 
The siege withdraws twenty meters.⁷

I Dream I see bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky and 
They are turning into Butterflies.⁸
The high ideals for which we kill one another—
Are empty & abstract substitutes for the 
Unheeded Miracles that surround us!⁹
And the people in the streets shall 
Dance round and round—and 
Their guns & uniforms shall
Scatter to the ground …¹⁰


¹ Jorge Rebelo, Come Brother and Tell Me Your Life
² Muriel Rukeyser, The Life of Poetry
³ Marianne Moore, In Distrust of Merits
⁴ John Milton, Samson Agonistes
⁵ Philip Whalen, “Dear Mr. President”
⁶ Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Casa Guidi Windows
⁷ Mahmoud Darwish tr. Fady Joudah, A State of Siege
⁸ Joni Mitchell, Woodstock
⁹ Alan Watts, This Is It
¹⁰ Ed McCurdy, Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream