Dee Rimbaud © 2005 All Rights Reserved
The War is Still Ending
Sift the splints from the wheat
and pile them by the washbin.
Pluck the damp hair from the hoods
and feed it to the locusts.
Mop up the new suicide
and deliver him to the border.
The faucet spit out foam all day.
For an instant, I had an inkling
the world would end.
But first the war.
The war is still ending.
It canít be long now.
Sarah Sloat grew up in New Jersey and attended university there, where she studied literature, linguistics and Chinese. For the last 13 years, she’s lived in Europe. Sarah now lives in Frankfurt, Germany with her husband and their two children.
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