“Well come along! I’ve got two spears and I’ll poke your eyeballs out at your ears; I’ve got besides two curling-stones, and I’ll crush you to bits, body and bones”
From Three Billy Goats Gruff
Once upon a time in Hiroshima –
Mother’s read fairy-tales and omens
of trolls under bridges to fearless children.
Atomic rivers were cauldrons of men
women, and children gobbled up into trolls.
Human monsters queued up to join them.
I want to write a war poem without monsters
where all of us live happily ever after
but this would have to be a fairy- tale
where the ending is decided by hell makers.