Flowers for Mr. Wittgenstein by Paula Puolakka

Paula Puolakka | March 27th, 2022 | poetry | No Comments

Poet Bio

Today, where the poppies grow, once,
men died.
Is yellow the color of Joy or the color of pus
dripping from the dead soldier’s eye?
In my mind, I have flowers for you,
my dear Mr. Wittgenstein:
you’re the symbol of WWI bravery,
and I know many of your brothers died.

Poet Bio

Paula Puolakka (1982) is a Beat poet, writer, and MA (History of Science and Ideas.)

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