a :short lecture on war from the flowers to a body in the field: now the diary of the world is shut tight. war is a burning cathedral of hours breaking free. I am a petaled mouth overflowing with sunlight and I see your dead and you. death felled your head on green stems shrunk tight under weight of body and crackling night. I will offer my advice: let the bullets from your guns fall in love. let your guns kiss goodnight.