Flak off
A lone cricket chirps,
A mantis wisely follows the beckoning call,
Ravaging and screaming follows,
Guts and insect juice everywhere,
It’s too quiet.
He looks at her,
There’s no spark left,
Only fire in his eyes,
She regards him disdainfully,
The boredom will be their silent killer,
He’s bedding his Secretary,
To heal the pain,
She’s bedding his Secretary,
For adventure,
They both know,
But pretend not to,
Still, the boredom persists with relentless fervor.
A little girl grimaces, as a fighter jet roars over her town,
She cowers in the corner,
The outsiders are here again,
They’ve decorated their death bird’s nose,
With a smirking shark’s mouth,
There’ll be death tonight,
She clutches her bear and sings soothingly.
They lounge in bliss,
He turns on the news,
There’s a new world order,
And my is it fascist,
She looks on, eyes keen,
And feels a tingling.
Thought of war is exciting,
Thrilling than an open marriage,
Tantalizing than a summer night tryst,
Never been to war,
Never waged war,
Never experienced war,
They want war.
Her teddy is gone,
The flying shark circled back and razed her home,
Her dad is gone,
Her mom’s been gone,
She..is gone.
Fascists ponder,
One of them has pissed,
A longer stream than the rest,
They pick teams, and tread daintily,
Lest they lose their scope,
Of global influence,
A longer stream must be pissed,
Their subjects are restless, they’re all sexed out,
They gaze inquisitively, expectantly at their leaders,
It’s open season,
At the Colosseum.
A lone wolf howls,
And listens intently for a reply,
He gets three,
But he’s been around long enough,
To realize they’re just, but echoes in the wind,
Everything’s gone,
Everyone’s gone,
There’s peace now.
