Colombo, Jaffna, Poetry

The Writer Fighter

Have you become
a lance corporal,
wing commander,

lieutenant, private,
sergeant, major general?
Or are you a writer

transporting yourself
into trenches to wield
a saber against a vague

menace, bespectacled,
sitting at a computer,
trying to finish

his latest report
on the war
without witnesses

that went wrong
somehow because
the witnesses

and warriors
snapped photos
on cell phones

and sent them
to scribes

on computers
eternal odes
to mere privates

in trenches,
launching projectiles
from bazookas,

following orders,
not responsible
for blood baths

beyond gun sites,
in no man’s land,
no fire zones?