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an anti-war poem

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The squirrel 

started building her nest the day
the bombs began to fall

each stick placed carefully
each bomb, an unnecessary fate

destroying with careless hate 
while she, she searches the creek-side

for days looking for every perfect piece 
to make a place for her coming babies

tell me, who knows something of love?

_written March 1st 2026 

This poem was written the day after the US and Israel began bombing Iran. And here, over 3 months later the brute logic of an eye for an eye continues.