Upon Learning That Some Men Are in Fact above The Law

by Steve Wilson / April 12th, 2026

We’re told this war is easy to portray:
Right now we’re at the midst, the start, the end.
Their dead are free, their free rejoice to die –
our prices soon will fall, our fealty rise.

Like glass, truths break. Confused, we parse the shards
to reassemble meanings, mend our myths.
What we believed: now only unstuck things;
they’re lost in flames sparked by some needy king

Steve Wilson's poetry has appeared in over 200 journals and some 60 anthologies. He has also published six collections, the most recent entitled Complicity. He lives in San Marcos, TX. Read other articles by Steve.

This article was posted on Sunday, April 12th, 2026 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.