Treasure Island

Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Smoke


I SIT in a chair and read the newspapers.

Millions of men go to war, acres of them are buried, guns and ships broken, cities burned, villages sent up in smoke, and children where cows are killed off amid hoarse barbecues vanish like finger-rings of smoke in a north wind.

I sit in a chair and read the newspapers.

Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014

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