In the World War III Museum
by Don Kingfisher Campbell
In the World War III Museum by Don Kingfisher Campbell Piles of melted steel, rubbled bricks, and scattered wood shards to walk around for hours Shells of ships, planes, trucks, and cars to gaze at from an uncomfortable short distance Shadows of humans, dogs, cats, even mice to be observed on walls and floors so close you can almost touch them Videos of world leaders in disagreement, of people segregated in differently named countries and neighborhoods, in this bunker Finally, on these tables, mounds of cooked hair, scrapings of charred flesh, and chunks of fragmented bones as evidence we were all the same Copyright 2023 by Don Kingfisher Campbell
Don Kingfisher Campbell, MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University Los Angeles, taught Writers Seminar at Occidental College Upward Bound for 36 years, been a coach and judge for Poetry Out Loud, a performing poet/teacher for Red Hen Press Youth Writing Workshops, L.A. Coordinator and Board Member of California Poets In The Schools, poetry editor of the Angel City Review, publisher of Four Feathers Press, and host of the Saturday Afternoon Poetry reading series in Pasadena, California. For awards, features, and publication credits, please go to: http://dkc1031.blogspot.com
Amazing poem. Much for us to think about.
Will this be called “The War To End All Wars” or has that already been used?