War

KOREAN WAR

The warring years of detonation,
Ambulance sirens and church bells

The cycles of fire and ice, almost
Like the ice ages and the burning epochs

And on top of a chess board
Lies a pawn that can march forward

On a battle field, to be destocked, derailed
Even when there is enough coal in his engine

To run the whole course,
To the misty foothills of the twilight zone.