A Bullet Named Ken

A Snapshot Of War. He lies next to me in the mud Dead; a shot blew half of his skull Away leaving the taste of brains In my mouth.” I shot that goddamn, Dirty, rotten rag head, Ken! I Cut him in half before he Hit the ground!” Ken had a grotesque look on his dirty, blood-soaked face. Something I couldn’t quite make out. I stared into his vacant eyes And found myself unconsciously Saying with no embarrassment, “I’m glad it had “your” name on it.”