It has been great reading these poems so many thanks for posting. Not
sure about the last two lines, but happy to hear why they are needed.
(In other words, not confident about my editorial comments but it seems
the last two lines could go and the poem still works.)
On Tue, 2008-09-23 at 21:39 -0400, Frederick Pollack wrote:
> The Wrong Hands
>
>
> The president has said that,
> in this crisis, our secret weapon
> is our character, our moral fiber,
> our soul. He can’t talk without lying,
> he and his team
> can’t think unless elaborating
> some lie, but here
> he sounded sincere;
> sincerity is their truth. Which leads
> one to ask, In what sense
> is the soul a weapon?
> What sort of weapon is it?
> A gun, pursuing virtue
> one enemy at a time?
> Artillery routing the putative
> souls of many enemies?
> Is it space-based, a laser
> focused by God? I imagine
> something more recondite,
> new, truly secret:
> a bubble the size of a breadbox,
> preternaturally light, drifting,
> popped by some angle, scattering
> droplets over a wide area
> so nothing breathes.
>
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