In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

55 War in the Age of Pa stor al That whitewashed town, its buildings scattered down the valley at the foot of a black mountain— Remember how delphinium flooded the gardens the day we arrived, how toxic the flowers were, How lovers on the boulevard choked on the vapors as churches burned, how well we could see Even the smallest details incised on the screen of our sensors, how incense rose from the targets as we sighted down. After, we spent our lives deciding: is it right to wonder whether the juxtaposition of delphinium and poison Is rhetorically shameless, like lyric propaganda, or whether it would have been worse To leave the lovers drinking champagne in the park watched by sheep in the shade of silos Where the keepers of missiles played dice in the underworld, the future depending on the mindless rolling of bones. ...

Share