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In the postscript of war
there is no death, only graves
some are not even named
like Auden’s unknown citizen
but war is war, now not only
in embattled cities, but in little rooms of malcontent,
postscript, I love you people who kill, I forget those whose bloody death causes not catastrophe but gelatinous newspaper headlines.

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