I was not with him when he died
Though he was not alone
His friends were riding right beside,
Their flesh torn from the bone.
Fuel oil and some fertilizer
Plus a dollar blasting cap
One enormous atomizer
One gigantic thunderclap
Low tech weapon in a ditch.
Can't distinguish which from which.
Indiscriminately murders
Fighters, biters, camel herders.
No one saw them when they died
I should have been there by his side
My heart was all he had of me,
My tears his love will never see.
The fuel oil warms my house today
The fertilizer, stashed away
To feed the plants when I'm away.
The blasting cap awaits in kind
In the ditches of my mind.
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