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  • War is a machine for ending youth.

    War is a machine for poetry, written by the wounded young, before they die.

    War is a machine for rapid growth, a machine for cellular fast-forwarding the maturing process, among the shellshocked, the young with Soldier's Heart, the hearts too unsteady and steely-eyed, too soon.

    War is the machine for time, and carefulness and care, in how to make moves slowly and with caution, and with a trained eye, to avoid the violence of video games, which do not resemble war at all.

    War is a machine for teaching the young that real blood flows.

    War is a machine in modernity for teaching youth that hidden wounds will get you no Purple Heart, that the body of war inside your body is discounted.

    Government is the machine which sets up the debate among those not in the war about whether invisible wounds are real. War gets you wounds, government gets you a debate.

    War is a machine for teaching the young cynicism, and peace is the miracle of love, once in a while, which teaches the young that cynicism is not enough, you must teach your wounds to talk.

    Speak wounds.

    Speak, wounds.

    (Painting of coyote, tanks, bodies, by Susan)
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