I never met the man
I would have married
Loved, honored and cherished
He was killed in war
Heart and breath, rhythms of life
Brutally ended
Before we could begin.
He died before he had time to live
And us to love
We did not share children
To embrace in joy
To hold in hurt
Because death did us part
Before we met
In a war to end all wars
Which did not stop them
In a war to make the world safe for democracy
Which did not bring safety nor democracy
In the “good” war which freed the camps of death
But left the world in nuclear fear
In jungle/desert wars of futility
Which as always exposed killing fields
I never met the man
I would have loved
For in any war
There is
No rhyme
No reason.
– Joan S Nist
