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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.
Posted 07/09/09
Books by Hannah Gamble
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