Description: This is an allegorical poem using war as a metaphor for creating poetry/prose. This pretty much describes my writing process.
War of the Words -------------------------------------------
Between the turbulence
Of ink and mauled words,
frenzied fingers racing
to the backspace bomb (Delete delete-delete-delete),
And the subdued euphoria
Of leaning back and watching
As the survivors of the massacre
Form solemn lines in eulogy,
A tribute for their fallen comrades,
To take one last stand and
Hurl themselves against the snow—
This is good. I like the way you've structured it, so that the whole frenzied "war" takes place between the dashes, with the polished part "somewhere there is beauty" framing it. It's like you've opened a window onto the rawest parts of your writing process that are usually hidden, although I'm sure the words in the centre in fact themselves underwent much editing.
I don't usually edit as fanatically as you do, my philosophy is the first time it comes out, it better come out right or it's pointless. As a result, I usually keep the not-so-right ones for when I'm bored and work on them. Occasionally something does come out of that, but it's never "the Azuire style" if you get what I mean.
I like how you turned a commonplace occurence (to poets anyway) into a deadly war with "delete" as the ultimate weapon. Do you type out your poems on a computer?
I like the last line "hurl themselves against the snow."