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.
Copyright © Irene Hammer | Year Posted 2013
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