A WAR'S ENDING

Great silence
in a self revelation
across the war weary field
drowsy from meadows
in rows of still voices
denied a blue sky
through dense forests
in a jungle rot of bones
from the dusty air
with a new hunger
shadowed by ants
asking to see one tree of life
recognizing its roots
with its own artificial limbs
Bach fugues in my head
playing me on a harmonica
as my mouth whistled away
with chords of bodies
reciting a few hymns
by a long river
demons delude you
from echoes of machinery
over disarmed mind
without stained passports
broadcasts, transports
trains of thoughts
squalls of sleeplessness
on capsized mirrors
in a vanished morning diary
as spring floods crush  the ants
watching pushcarts of beggars
within a distant shot of carnage
that even the chance wind
of a camera's moment
will capture a Siamese cat
that even dragon flies
lodged in your hat
escape to obey the war's end.