War : A poem in blank verse

A striking blank‑verse meditation, this poem confronts the brutal reality of war with a voice that oscillates between anguished pleading and fierce denunciation. Drawing on biblical allusions and stark imagery, it paints battles as monstrous towers of bone and steel, while questioning the very origins of human violence that trace back to ancient myth and sin. The speaker’s tone shifts from sorrowful lament to a moral indictment, urging listeners to feel the weight of each loss and the hollow triumph of weaponry.

Through vivid, rhythmic passages the work explores how societies have transformed from humble beginnings into relentless engines of conflict, cloaking themselves in armor yet never escaping the primal thirst for blood. It invites contemplation on the paradox of humanity’s capacity for both compassion and cruelty, urging a return to the shared kinship that once bound us. The poem’s relentless cadence leaves a lingering echo, compelling the audience to consider peace as a forgotten, yet essential, refrain.