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War is one group of people who are going to die making sure another group of people who are going to die die sooner. And so rubble, shrapnel, a girl in a torn skirt face down in a ditch. She was going to die anyway, but this way she died sooner.
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Copyright 2020 Ellery Akers. From Swerve: Environmentalism,Feminism and Resistance (Blue Light Press, 2020) by Ellery Akers. Included by permission of the author.
Ellery Akers‘ previous collection, Practicing the Truth, won the 2014 Autumn House Poetry Prize, the 2015 Bay Area Book Festival Award, and a 2015 Independent Publisher Book Award. She lives on the coast of Northern California.
Often, we find that only the fewest of words carry the most meaning. This is one of those times. As the famous picture of the Vietnamese girl with napalm burns so aptly told us of our war crimes, so does this short poem trumpet the futility of wars.
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