Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum

My name is an ending,
derived from the Latin
(A gift from a father
failing beneath my
powerless hands).
I am dedicated to war
not poetry
not that, not some
at keys,
rather, clinking
at bullets,
slotting them into clips,
ready for their magazines,
not ‘zines,
not some dumb rags, covered
in words…

not this dumb, unread blog.

this unwatched missile.

rather, I should shoot
metal that pierces skin,
actual hearts,
yours. Not your

I am not supposed to be dedicated
to conquering you with my heart.

My aim is supposed to be more literal.

Catastrophic, nonetheless.


About Martin

I'm just... filling time.
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25 Responses to Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum

  1. GinAndTulips says:

    People read it…strong piece.

  2. Martin says:

    Not so much… I live in this watery, drifting place. There’s a shoreline, safety, I know it… obscured by fog, but I hear the bells… there is truth. if only hope, in the morning fog… She can guide you to safety, a muse suddenly appearing, beckoning home…

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