World War Us

A thirst like clockwork,
antibiotic that hurts
worse than the ailment;
lines between
lovers and
assailant
blur.

But were my
withdrawals
deferred,

and toy soldiers who smolder on my behalf given back green plastic guns, some handed drums to improve morale; horses for corrals and supplies to last eight months without sun;

should superpowers prepare us for a battle royale,

of altruism
versus
anarchy,
evaluations of our vanity in
lone valleys the summer’s never
touched,

I’d not be
so sure we were deemed
human shields,
a series of
headstones they will
conceal from final casualty
counts.

But I’ll valiantly
stand, sticks
and jagged stones in
hand;

aimed like javelins
into the abdomens of
madmen much
like me.

How I became proxy to a
pox on our empathy’s
for God to answer.

Let’s raise our
standards to lanterns in
the distance that seem
anything but.

A world
war
us,
conflicts to end all others
except all the ones that will
come true afterward.

***

Related:

World War Me
World War You

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