My own tribute to WAR.

Something Flipped

My name is Mephistopheles
My name is Man-o-War my name
Is Malaria Mosquito Kicking
In Your Squeaky Clean Screen door

I'll draw an American flag
On your welcome mat
Welcome home Al?

Well I'm not Al anymore
My name is War

Welcome to my world
Come on in--pull up a chair
On the burning midnight sand
And I'll tell you a story:

Once upon a time Johnny was dead and Johnny was dead and Johnny was dead and I don't remember

Poetry by Ashe
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Written on 2015-11-12 at 16:00

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I read this after reading Ken's THE FRONT. It is almost a companion without detail. I like the way this is presented and the ending is like a parody of "When Johny Comes Marching Home Again". Powerful and revealing stuff.

In my opinion there can never be too many anti-war poems. We don't see that many any more, so I'm always glad to see a good one. This one is unique and original.

I don't need to know the understory to know that the anguish is real and profoundly personal.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i have a squeaky clean screen door, but i have the kind of guilt one has for sending others to do my dirty work, a useless kind of guilt, the kind that bothers me until something trivial distracts me.

yet, that isn't true. your poem underscores the underlying uneasiness we all have, or most of us, about war. Its presence in our lives is a low rumble, sometimes louder, sometimes quieter, but never silent. that is until it hits home, then, well, who am i to tell you?

i like the various names you've chosen, they aren't of a type. I don't know, there's a lot to this poem, a lot of philosophy and a lot hurt, anger, indignation, truth, sorrow.

i'm just rambling now. something flipped.