We Sit and Watch Cable/Satellite News

Jamie Smith recently posted this sobering Sandburg poem. It may not seem like millions or acres of men to us as we note those killed in the current “war on terrorism,” but the last time I checked a slow bleed kills as well as any other.

Smoke [1918]

I sit in a chair and read the newspapers.

Millions of men go to war, acres of them are buried, guns and ships broken, cities burned, villages sent up in smoke, and children where cows are killed off amid horse barbecues vanish like finer-rings of smoke in a north wind.

I sit in a chair and read the newspapers.

-Carl Sandburg

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