The Mushroom Men

Human history is littered with the records of wars. Yet God is said to be Love. Personal history can be leavened by the search for peace - with or without relying on the dubious love of God. And yet faiths of most persuasions still pursue peace as an ideal.

This is the territory of these poems on IMPERFECT PEACE. They provide a battlefield of bloated doubts and overblown optimism, despite the possibility of a nuclear Armageddon. Yet, as asked by Christopher Gilmore, these twenty poems can be read open-hearted questions. His wish is that you, the kind reader, will find unexpected insights on the puzzles of pain and the paradoxes of both peace and war. The adventurous reader is warmly welcomed to THE MUSHROOM MEN:-

"The Universal Declaration of Human Rights

Is a fine paper-thin ideal. Hurray!

The Universal Declaration of Human Fights

Has a ring of fine tin-steel. Hurray! Hurray!

As the bombs grow bigger and our butter spreads thick

As the blacks grow bigger and their bellies feel sick

And their eyes pop empty

As they plead for plenty

As they nibble spent bullets and suck on dirt

Hurt."