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The On Being Project

“All Of These People”

Who was it who suggested that the opposite of war
 Is not so much peace as civilisation? He knew
 Our assassinated Catholic greengrocer who died
 At Christmas in the arms of our Methodist minister,
 And our ice-cream man whose continuing requiem
 Is the twenty-one flavours children have by heart.
 Our cobbler mends shoes for everybody; our butcher
 Blends into his best sausages leeks, garlic, honey;
 Our cornershop sells everything from bread to kindling.
 Who can bring peace to people who are not civilised?
 All of these people, alive or dead, are civilised.

This poem is excerpted with permission from Collected Poems. For more poetry, visit our Poetry Radio Project.

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