From the Fishouse

who who who woke up to say I didn’t
who who who woke up to say I did
who who raised naked palms before who
who cried whose face was a purple flower

who blessed the soldier fresh from killing
who who who will wear black ribbon
who wrapped grenades round whose waist like a lover
who clipped flesh and laid gauze over

who talked like a tourist while bombs arced around her
who who who flew in flew low flew over
who fired who ordered fire
who who turned away who turned away