War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

On Reading Auden

‘A boy brings milk in bowls.’
~Auden

Yes Auden, still, in war there are bowls of milk.
There are children to serve.
There are children to serve, suffer.

Children to roll broken tires up dusty roads past old men
rolling wheelbarrows of bleached wheat home to Belunday, Panjawaii.
Yes Auden, still, in war there are bowls of milk.

And children to beg for Canadian chok-lat , a pen,
then stare from blue shadowy noon of the almond grove.
Yes Auden, still, in war there are bowls of milk.

Blue stares from the shadowy grove of noon,
a shaking of the almond, the pomegranate, sleepy mulberry.
Yes Auden, in war, there are bowls of milk to bring.


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