Poets Against War continues the tradition of socially engaged poetry by creating venues for poetry as a voice against war, tyranny and oppression.
Tom Montag
OF WEATHER AND WAR AND LOVE
You know the day that Mother Nature runs Out of her worst extremes in everything - Cold temperatures when people are talking About how cold it is, and those warm, Those tropical days you couldn't take off Anything more and still walk around in Public? Well, then, we won't have much to talk About. You want to take what you get, sure, But not without chewing it with coffee. Don't you like to lift it and sniff it and Stretch and bend it and moan like a cow About it some? The breeze don't cool like it Used to? It don't snow like when Grandpa had His teeth? Maybe we can take some solace In the fact that North Dakota's got it Worse, that it's hotter than blazes some place In Kansas? If you don't have the weather, What have you got? Who's having babies and Who's not? Who's sneaking around behind his Wife's back, who puts his thumb on the scale with Whose meat? If we don't have the weather to Talk about, we ain't got squawk. Tragedy Fills the void: buses run right off the sides Of mountains, children get kidnapped and don't Get found, bad things keep happening to good People and politicians go right on Making laws like saying so makes it so. Someone somewhere will do something and some Republican president will have to Start a war. See, bad weather is always Better than its worst alternative and There's not much you can do anyway. So, Folks, pray for high winds or fierce drought, for snow That covers the tops of telephone poles, For windchill and cyclone, for Arctic high Pressure and more lightning, for the swarmy Late night heat that makes the making love great.
