Not a war or anti-war poem, but one that argues for a habit of mind that could make war less likely. A Ritual To Read To Each Otherby William Stafford If you don’t know the kind of person I amand I don’t know the kind of person you area pattern that others made may prevail in the worldand following the wrong god home we may miss our star. For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,a shrug that lets the fragile sequence breaksending with shouts the horrible errors of childhoodstorming out to play through the broken dyke.Read More