The War by Jose Hernandez Diaz

For James Tate

The war was not real. The war did not take my head off. The war was never in the streets. The war as a mask. The war was a laughing game. A cakewalk. A crying game. The war was nothing. The war all around. The war never ended. The war inside the mind. The war with the walls. The war with the government. The war with the government of walls. The war. The war and the night. The war of all-time. The all-time war. The war all the time. The world at war. The war of the civilized death cults. The war and the flame. The war. The war. The roar of the war that wore me at night.


Jose Hernandez Diaz is a 2017 NEA Poetry Fellow. He is from Southeast Los Angeles County. He is the author of a collection of prose poems: The Fire Eater (Texas Review Press, 2020). His work appears in The American Poetry Review, Cincinnati Review, The Nation, Poetry, and in The Best American Nonrequired Reading. He is an editor at Frontier Poetry and Palette Poetry. Additionally, he has taught creative writing for Sevilla Writers Workshop and Litro Magazine.


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