Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

If Only They Would Just

by Donald Mahaney

Ours is a battle of the bellicose                                                                
Whose grievances are carefully crafted                                                                
Words that are wrought, honed and hewn to atoms,                     
To blindly buffet and blunt the past—Selves                                      
Of myself, toy soldiers I send toddling,                                                 
Forsaking smallselves for my small Selfsake.                                       
I wish to quit this wishful, pallid peace                                                   
That exercises its exercising                                                                       
To exhaustion, as towards justice the just                                           
Are stirred to fail in justicing through words                                        
That should just, that could just if only they
Would just…

Added: 25.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem


I like the playfulness of this; the writer's obviously had fun with the lyricism here.