Thursday, 8 March 2012


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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