The Mind Before War
with a line by Wallace Stevens
The mind of anger isn’t good.
When others enter its field,
words riddle them. "Who’s good?"
“Whose good?” the dead call
beneath thin, gray trees with
shorn branches. Along empty streets,
the houses are dark, still,
as if raided, and those within,
fled. The mind harboring terror
slips out of season,
and embodiment’s consequences.
The good is evil’s last invention.
It casts aspersions like stones.