I remember understanding,
the explosion of peace as they fell
once and again
in an orchestration of carnage.
I can tell tales
of when that fever fades,
when the burning deathdust
rides out of the lungs,
when the soldiers stir
and realize that their puzzle-piece hearts
can't fit anymore into their mothballed lives.
I myself understand all too well,
lasting as flotsam on an empty sea,
wishing a return to the sincere destruction
that marks a simple life.














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See you space cowboy...
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