War and Peace

I wanted to throw myself into piles of words,
So I read War and Peace.

Then, I took War and Peace and
Tossed it on the ground,

I attacked the fat piece of literature
Like a shark
Shredding the skin off a
Walrus

I ripped the pages
Violently
From their binding,
Like a savage bezerker beast

Rolling on the floor
Among the destruction,
Catching words occasionally,
I would yell:
“Countess! Escape to the east,
And pray for the hurried return of peace!”