At last, this war-fever has begun to abate.

How long before we begin to heal?

Or will it take an unformed generation

to liquefy love coagulated into hate?

How long will it be before

our terracotta armies stand still,

air-chariots peaceful vahanas become?

How long must we fuel our matchstick sons

to admire, once, ‘the radiance of a thousand suns’?

9.3. 19.