Thursday, 8 March 2012

18/10












I did not allow you to become human,


I covered your eyes, your face


and the scream I intercepted with a cloth,


the 18/10 bayonet steel entered


you diligently and stopped when


it hit the Oregon pine,


the last breath whistled through


the punctured lung,


a fountain


of juice splattered my face,


and this is where you probably died,


I opened your face, now a staring mannequin,


Those we practiced on and killed many times


in the class and the field,


I could not allow you to be human,


Hope you understand.

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