The War

I don't want
to talk
and turn off all the music
while the hinges
of the world break loose.

Flap goes the backdoor
of the Earth as
buckets are left
to be filled and
garbage needs to be
emptied. You can
wait.

The war doesn't leave us
alone. Appetities
shake our arms and
loosen our fingers.
And our minds,
we must hold them closed
with clamps.