all this trouble started
I wrote a poem about you,
It took me a very long time.
It was done with the utmost sensitivity.
Politicians on all sides denounced it.
Militias ignored it.
Despite the support of many Western governments
the poem never had a chance.
with immaculate moustaches
told American newscasts
they would never recognise the poem
and all the time
plotted its annihilation.
I finally got through to the poem
I could hardly recognise it myself.
Not a stanza was intact.
Shelling had been especially heavy
around the adjectives.
The bloody words just lay there
pleading for their pathetic lives.
over in seconds.
I hit the wastebin
without a ricochet.
© Godfrey Rust 1985, firstname.lastname@example.org. See here for permissions.