When a man takes a new wife, he shall not go out in the army…He shall remain free for his home for one year and delight his wife.
Any excuse to avoid the draft
to avoid the war, to avoid the killing,
the capturing, the destruction.
Any excuse to delight your
chosen one, your partner,
your b’sheret.
Any excuse to behave like
newlyweds, even if your union
began long before they
ever thought up the war. This war.
There is always another war
if you need one.
I’m sorry I can’t go to the war, today.
I’m in the throes of a honeymoon.
Can we get them to sign a note
which says excused from the war
due to honeymoon? This should be
our national ID. This should be
all we need to cross a border
until there are no more borders
and no one is interested in
defending them, anyway, as we’re all
too busy delighting our chosen ones
on the other side of wherever
the border used to be. You do you
and I’ll do me and we’ll take all
the years off from doing anything else
in our homes, in our homes with
our delightful other, in our delightful
war-free homes.