Saboteur

To a completely reasonable decree The angry onslaught launched in retort: “You cannot care about me…” Achieved the goal – direct hit. In response, you were muted. So still you might be departed. Yet I shot again, just to see If you remained upright. To my surprise, within moments You launched your own projectile, Which smashed with alarming accuracy. (You’re quite a marksman.) I pretended it didn’t hurt me. The truth is that I’m dying. Stunned and silently bleeding, I think back now to how this battle Started the war that I knew Would break us. It wasn't a calculated decision. My declaration – Hurt. Your retreat – Hurt more. Such a barren waste, this place Where no man's land resides. Surely, I was a gonner if I remained Where I was – so I fought you. You fired back – in love, and In war, we took no prisoners And led each other to our death.