In the World War III Museum

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

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2 Responses to In the World War III Museum

  1. Marianne Szlyk says:

    Amazing poem. Much for us to think about.

  2. Dan garcia-Black says:

    Will this be called “The War To End All Wars” or has that already been used?

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