Sean Kilpatrick

I Discovered War

I discovered war by talking,
praise my throat and psalms,
stuff a treaty in my promise;
it won't come back a politician.

I tell you the evidence of my hands,
earth woke spent in its separate mornings;
you could have reassembled the sweat
into a glacier of sheets.

You sat up knowing orbits clap.
The turf felt spectacular without legs.
I don?t know. Your bed was sinking colors,
like being chased by a skin graft;

anything that can hug you should not be trusted.