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When World War III starts

By 

Tallon Kennedy

‍When World War III starts

I’ll be doing something meaningless

like reading or living and I’ll

watch the bastard on my phone

talking about “beautiful babies”

as he bombs beautiful babies

and I won’t call anyone

because this is just how the world is

now and I don’t get too attached

to people anyway in case they die

and I’ll watch the blue tint

of the window turning red and then

I’ll dig myself a cave to hide in

and read until I die of hunger or

nuclear fallout and if they try

to draft me I’ll find the nearest gun

and shoot myself because that’s

my second amendment right

because I refuse to acknowledge

a society ran by baby men

with fragile masculinity issues

because we were taught

how fun it is to kill

because people only matter

for their disposable bodies

because we love to see blood

pooling out of the body

because we’ve been made

to hate blood and fat and shit

and piss and so we want it exploded

out of bodies with as much fanfare

as possible and the bastard

didn’t want to accept refugees

he just wanted to see more bodies

explode because masculinity

has always been about exploding

bodies with bullets and dicks

and he’ll get to sip red

wine in Mar-a-Lago the bastard while red

blood explodes out of bodies

and reds and red hats shoot

each other and beauty is an illusion

that will be unmasked as our cities

are bombed and sky scrapers crumble

because we only hate war

when it destroys our own bodies

because we only hate death

when it’s our own deaths

because it’s only fun to kill

when we aren’t being killed

because people romanticize

violence because we love

the feeling of power but hate

the feeling of powerlessness

and we’ve been doing this

throughout history and we just

don’t stop we just keep killing

and we just keep finding newer better

ways to kill newer better ways to

wipe out our own species because

the dinosaurs waited on a meteor

to go extinct but we’re too impatient

for that and we love killing others

but hate it when others kill themselves

because that’s one less body

we get to explode for profit and power

and I’m willing to die without

ever having loved but I refuse to die

killing those who have loved ones

and I’m willing to die without

ever being happy but I refuse to die

killing those who dream of happiness

and so before World War III starts

I’m eulogizing the joy-bringing minutiae

of music and journals and books and

everything that made life worth living

and I’m cataloguing the people

who made my life worth living like

Daniel

Shannon

Suejee

Ben

Josh

and I think that’s enough for now

because I don’t know who or what will survive

but if I’ve learned anything from Marquez’s work

it’s that war erases the memory of beautiful things

and I don’t know if this poem will help me remember

what was once so beautiful

but at least it’s a start and at most

it’s a justification for our existence.

Quiz question:

What is one of the contradictions of our society that the author is concerned with?

People love war, but not when it affects them or their loved ones.

People love war, but not when it affects them or their loved ones.

People say they love coffee but only drink "coffee" loaded with sugars and syrups

People say they love coffee but only drink "coffee" loaded with sugars and syrups

People love art but hate poetry

People love art but hate poetry

People love queer culture but hate queers

People love queer culture but hate queers

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Issue 19

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September 22, 2017

Tallon Kennedy is an undergraduate at the University of Pittsburgh studying literature, writing, and gender studies. Their previous work has been published by Rust + Moth and The NewPeople Newspaper.

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