ProNation

war poetry

ProNation

Ah well.
I guess you've killed it now,
stab it with a knife until your arm(s) are tired.
Nuke em til they glow.
Their poor tempest tost
yearning to be free.
Tortilla curtain framing faces
Through the barbed wire.
Through the looking glass.
Through the opera class.
One percent
Acquiring
All the Dough, Ray, Me.
Icebacks
Wetbacks
Submarines
Mangled
Mingled
Bodies
OursandTheirsalltogether.
Scoop them into body bags and send some of it
Home.

Pronation.