May 19, 2022

A Poem

by Dan Wilcox

Chatham Peace Vigil

The lunch counter TV is busy.
My sandwich is slow, but
sitting feels good after standing
the hour in the village square.
Freight trains going by,  waves
& honks from cars for the graying crowd
at the peace vigil on the 8th
anniversary of the invasion of Iraq
the knit caps & scarves, even two dogs
(they put the “pee” in “peace”).

But it didn’t work: on TV
a fighter plane tumbles out of the sky
over Libya, “more war” the pundits say
(while we said “no more war”).

I eat in peace, for now
while the killing is televised.
Tomorrow I will be back on the street.