War

Gold cherry

By lavadis

Sat, 16 Feb 2019
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You bombarded me with   platitudes 
until my bunker shook 
until my nose was filled with 
mustard gas and lexicography  
 
Your precious moral turpitude 
scored a direct hit
peppering  me with shrapnel  
and genteel verbosity 
 
You shouted ‘dive’
and delivered a type 93 torpedo 
and a list of competitively priced estate agents 
 
Take your semi automatic rifle 
and 
your Clinique makeup remover 
your grenade launcher and your 
Mac superfine blusher 
your stab vest and the  red silk dress that no longer really 
fits you
 
Everything that was here 
is now there 
behind enemy lines 
between the border patrol 
and the gastropub 
that used to be a wine bar 
that used to be a gastropub 
 
You said ‘fire in the hole’ and 
‘I love you but not 
that kind of love’
perhaps it was the kind that only soldiers 
understand 
when a war ends
 
There is no battlefield 
 
There is no victory 
or defeat
 
But I do 
surrender 

 

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Astonishingly powerful and honest.

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