The Call

Holly Day


The word goes out
it’s okay to write about war again
in fact it’s expected
with people in charge asking
Why haven’t the poets
been writing about this?
Isn’t this what they’re here for?
Dutifully, we pick up pens
to scratch verses
about bombs and destruction
and civil unrest
apathy and starvation
the deaths of small children
until all the pages are filled
with pictures of the dead
until all the pages are filled
with the stories of the dead
pages and pages
that may never be read


Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in The Cape Rock, New Ohio Review, and Gargoyle. Her newest poetry collections are A Perfect Day for Semaphore (Finishing Line Press), In This Place, She Is Her Own (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), A Wall to Protect Your Eyes (Pski’s Porch Publishing), I'm in a Place Where Reason Went Missing (Main Street Rag Publishing), and The Yellow Dot of a Daisy (Alien Buddha Press). About “The Call” Day writes, “I don’t know exactly when I wrote this poem, but I do know it was in response to hearing people complain one moment that poets weren’t writing poetry about important things anymore, and the next moment, it seemed the same people were complaining that art and poetry in general was becoming too angry and political.”