Poets Against War continues the tradition of socially engaged poetry by creating venues for poetry as a voice against war, tyranny and oppression.
David Salner
59 years old
I have worked as an iron ore miner, furnace operator, garment worker and machinist. My work has appeared in Threepenny Review, Prairie Schooner, and many other publications. My first book of poems was published in 2002 by Pudding House.
The camera picked up the light on the plastic of my fake leather jacket. Also, my hair was too long and my mustache gave me the shifty look often found in mug shots. In fact it was a mug shot taken in the basement of the Hall of Justice in 1968—or Injustice as we called it. Now, it’s almost December 2002, and I’m getting ready to welcome my daughter home from college. My hair is shorter and my beard neatly clipped, but the mug shot would come out with the same shifty look. The change is in something else— not in the way I look or the suit jacket I’m wearing instead of fake leather— but in the background of the mug shot. Can you see it—the war taking shape? It shines like a new war, like only a new war can.