Everything That’s Alive Stays That Way
The war was everywhere,
not just in the desert
where we expected it to be.
One night I heard the war in the wall
behind my head—
an animal with thick skin-wings
beating another toothy beast,
claws hitting fur, wood, flesh.
I asked my neighbor later
what it had been like to be alive
before a time of war,
and he said it was funny we even
have a word for it, because
everything that’s alive
stays that way by tearing
heat from another’s belly.