Don't tell me the sea is a woman ~Mary Mackey, 1976
Here are a few more of her poems. Especially liked the second one, "Net Surfing 2 AM."
Secure from actual warfare, we have loved
To swell the war-whoop, passionate for war!
We, this whole people, have been clamorous
For war and bloodshed; animating sports,
The which we pay for as a thing to talk of
Spectators and not combatants!
. . . . all read of war
The best amusement for our morning-meal!
. . . .
terms which we trundle smoothly o'er our tongues
Like mere abstractions, empty sounds to which
We join no feeling and attach no form!
As if the soldier died without a wound;
. . . . translated and not killed
~Coleridge, "Fears in Solitude" Written in April, 1798, During the Alarm of an Invasion
I was in B-town this weekend and saw some protesters outside the National Guard. They were a paltry group, only a few strong, but at least they care. I never thought we should have bombed Afghanistan, or invaded Iraq, but now we're there and it's a mess. About a week ago, C-Span was playing UN footage. The Russian spokesperson basically said that the US was in no position to ban the invasion of foreign countries, and I thought, he's not wrong.