The Dead Peasant's Handbook
By Brian Turner
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The Dead Peasant's Handbook - Brian Turner
— I —
ON WAR & CONFLICT
SUNFLOWERS
What they don’t tell you about war
is how much a bank ledger
might shape a decision tree.
The price of fuel. Sunflower oil. Durable
goods when they’re floating on an ocean
with no delivery in sight. That
bullets can skip along the surface of a wall
like stones over water.
That it’s a bad idea to tape the sheet glass
windows of your home, but smart
to roll down the windows of a car
when fleeing a firefight. That
you should open your mouth
to avoid rupturing your eardrums
when a shockwave rolls by. That
civilians are the bravest of all.
See how they face the invaders, saying
Take these seeds and put them in your pockets,
so at least sunflowers will grow
when you all lie down here.
What they don’t tell you about war
is that a soldier’s oath is not only
to be the one who puts out the fire, but
to be the one who starts the fire
to begin with, to be the one
who carves a hollow center
deep into the word suffering. War
is born of the obscene,
a disfiguration of words like love
or humanity. This much we know.
These things we do. These ghosts
we live with. How they call out to us
sometimes, asking for water. Such
a simple thing. A glass of water.
THE BODIES
The bodies lie along the shoulder of the road.
The bodies lie in an ambulance, a truck bed, a stretcher.
The bodies are strobed in flaring lights, color of fire, color of night.
The bodies rest within the fuselage of a plane at 36,000 feet.
The bodies contemplate silence as they wait in the morgue.
The bodies are moved from room to room, one hour to the next.
The bodies are bathed by strangers and by those who love them.
They are numbered and recorded with signatures and stamps.
They are forgotten by all save those who love them.
They are left to the fields, to the green embrace of earth.
They are given sunlight and storm, a shadow of wings descending.
They are given to rivers, to fire, to ash on the wind-driven rain.
They are carried on the shoulders of stone-faced men.
They are serenaded with tears, with the instruments of suffering.
They are eulogized in great halls and within the confines of loneliness.
They are lowered into the ground and into the vaults of memory.
They are disassembled and disbursed by the steady labor of time.
They learn more about compassion as they are lifted in someone’s arms.
They learn more about the sacred as voices call around them.
They learn more about grieving as their eyes are sewn shut.
The bodies are moved from room to room, one hour to the next.
The bodies are numbered and recorded with signatures and stamps.
The bodies are bathed by strangers and by those who love them.
The bodies contemplate silence as they await the mortician, and
they are forgotten by all save those who loved them.
TWELVE ROSES FOR THE DEAD
The militia kick a soccer ball
in the street. Young men. Graybeards.
Rifles, heavy weapons. Stories. Laughter.
Their shivering hands boil coffee
in a tin over a crude fire. The buildings
no longer buildings. Landscapes of rubble
given to howling when a storm comes in.
The cease-fire will be announced soon, and
the fighting will resume until the deadline.
A vital rail line must be captured, or defended.
Or perhaps a sympathetic town must be liberated.
In high-rise offices somewhere far away, architects
design new orphanages, new hospitals, maybe
a mausoleum to be placed in a cemetery
as a way to honor the dead.
There is too much good work to be done.
Lists of provocations, demands. Diplomatic teams
negotiating in distant cities, flashbulbs ringing.
And so the militia oil their bolts, check their radios.
They smoke their last cigarettes and