Bloody Men

The blade penetrated the flesh like a prong to a pitted plum he had played with war toyed with war yet the gun well the gun didn't have balls Not for him the sterile three shrouds removed expunging of visera with a gun sissy pistols pansy takers Stick um good part the seas of red wake and feed the hounds of war plastic pop-guns shatter beneath the heel of Mars Man UP, raise the staff and shove the pig sticker into mother's child Oh man, war, Old Man War do you visit him each night as you enter what should be the path to love? Have a poke little man just remember, all that was is ... and will be born again. Dedicated to a constant friend and inspiration Chris Aechtner Inspired by his write "kids use toy guns'