In a daydream I began to imagine armies of mimes involved in war. Let that sink in. It is the kind of war one might expect a Dadaist to conceive of. That's how the poem came about.
Compare it to the poem which follows which is older. I wrote the second poem a few days after the invasion of Iraq.
Revolt of the Poets:
Or Future Wars Should Be Fought By Armies Of Mimes
During a poets revolt
old men wail
shake their heads and tremble;
women cry out-loud in fear
of mighty rushing winds
screaming in their ears.
But it's a new dance
the children dance now
and a new song the children hear.
In a poets revolt
fools take up arms
and the wise dance without fear.
Poetry by David H. Roche (C) 2016