because

war poem
is like the sun
you see the windmills,
you know they are real

love poem
is like the moon
you see the tides swelling
you burn a bit every night
you don't know if its ashes or gold

death poem
is like thirty and two tunnels
leading to the sky that is lonelier
than the emptiest hearts of the world
and your knowledge is then a stranger
and your ignorance the strangest

so one day war poem, love poem and death poem
went to the sea
to look at red crabs that crawl, tidebound
but the sea was a mirror
so they could not see the waves
but they saw a city on the other side
they heard trumpets in the sky
because the tunnels had opened up to windmills
and because the sun and the moon were inching
along sharp edges that lead to nowhere

they were still there when i saw them last
but someday they'll move on because everyone does.