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The End of the War Gave Us


The end of the war gave us
light in the roots of trees.
We passed each other a handwheel
and rocks appeared in rows

with our heads above water
under pitch and starpalm.
The dead splintered like ghosts.
We passed each other and held hands

pulled light from the roots of trees.
The rocks appeared in rows
under starpalm and pitch.
The end of the war gave us

light in the roots of trees.
We walked down a road at night
and the roots of trees splintered
into highwater and held hands.

The dead splintered like ghosts.
We dove into highwater and rocks
carried a handwheel to cut down trees
and divided the earth into rows.

The end of the war gave us
light in the roots of trees
under pitch and starpalm.
We carried the dead to rows

passed each other a starwheel
pulled light from the roots of trees
and divided the earth into rows.
The end of the war gave us

light in the roots of trees
under starpalm and pitch.
We carried the dead to rows
passed each other and held hands.

The rocks appeared in rows
under pitch and starpalm.
We passed each other
carried a handwheel to cut down trees.

We divided the earth into rows
pulled light from the roots of trees
passed each other a handwheel
under starpalm and pitch.

They threw wood into starpalm
and carried a handwheel
dove into highwater for their lives
and rocks appeared in rows.

The end of the war gave us
light in the roots of trees.
We passed each other and held hands
with the dead who splintered like ghosts.


Charles Fort

We Did Not Fear the Father: New and Selected Poems
Red Hen Press


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