Lobal Warman

I sit in bed
My head awander
And wonder
What if?...

What if war were a woman?

Would she wage herself weak
And warped
Or work to be worthy of a new name
Like Nadia
Russian for hope
And nurture her née name into nada
Never to return?

Would we wee men still burn?

And if war were a woman
Would she even exist?
And if not
How then
Would we wee men survive

To be 
This

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[an earlier version was published in my chapbook Bloggerel, Crisis Chronicles Press, 2008]