how foolish we thought
we felt so retro
that war was
just
a thing
an ancient artifact
a boomer anecdote
a cold memory
a hot flash
war so old-fashioned
framed out of history
texts and rubble
sepia photos
black and white
either or
infants' limbs
family shrapnel
silent shards
blood so loud
we thought
that was all over
war and peace
a novel idea
it was just beginning
the recurring nightmare
an endless loop
a rosary of mercy
we need
and want
a garland of roses
we pray
beseech
beckon
we beg for
peace
now
in our time
this now
this time