Why Night Was Made
A poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Why Night Was Made

I’m sure night was made
when man invented war
so that darkness would
put her arms around him,
slowing him down
so that he could think things over.
And then at dawn
start new again.

I’m sure night was made
when war came to this family,
breath knocked out of the man,
the woman and child
languishing in the street.
Darkness would give them
a few moments of relief.

I’m sure darkness was made
when man invented war.

About the Author:

Ethel Mortenson Davis is the current co-Poet Laureate of Door County, Wisconsin.  She was an art major at the University of Wisconsin-Madison and has helped edit the Bramble literary journal and Wisconsin Fellowship of Poet’s 2023 Calendar.  She and her husband, Thomas Davis, are the publishers for Four Windows Press.  Her art and poetry have been featured in anthologies, literary journals, online publications, and magazines.  She has shown her art in small galleries.

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