!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Holiday Letter for a Poet Gone to War by Aberjhani/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Holiday Letter for a Poet Gone to War/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 itemprop=”author” class=”author”>by Aberjhani/h2> div itemprop=”genre” id=”content”> p>If in the midst of mannequin bombsbr /> disemboweling pregnant insanity,br /> a poem of love should seduce your lips,br /> sing each soul-dazzling stanzabr /> with such soft rapture as an angel might. /p> p>If your comrade’s head should explodebr /> while you sing with such soft rapture as an angel might,br /> bandage your heart with thoughts of simpler things—br /> mowing the lawn, washing dishes,br /> waking up dreaming in your lover’s arms. /p> p>What can bombs know of the illuminated fieldsbr /> so golden with heaven in your heart’s sacred lands?br /> How can bullets hope to penetrate the armorbr /> of your soul’s endless capacity for love? /p> p>If death should suck the marrow from your bonesbr /> while you mow the lawn, wash dishes,br /> or wake up dreaming in your lover’s arms,br /> remember: you were born a child of light’s wonderful secret—br /> you return to the beauty you have always been. /p> br> /body> /html>
