Paper Soldiers
plaster walls full of holes
explosives high and low
paper soldiers imagine their roles
machine-gunner to a shallow grave goes
NATO leaders pour over war maps
like children watching cartoons
Upon commencement of real firing
they raise a glass
~ rattle their silver spoons
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