This is what war does—
This is what war does—
to women—
makes them warriors—
cuts their breasts
stops the gushing
of their wombs—
changes their nails to
bayonets—
Their ocean
stops the waves
Their dance
invites the drum—
This is what war does
to war—
fails to butcher
peace—
This is what war does—
robs life
of lust—
plants explosives
on hope—
This is what war
does—
even before
it arrives—
shames the coward
in a million mirrors
hanged from
gore