Lying with broken paws, eyes yelping in agony,
Today the tap in the upstairs toilet
Runs frustrated. I lose my head
In crackling blue flashes of coolness,
Breathe a hot sigh, and try to shut out
The animal in me over and over. I can still hear
The lieutenant’s blackened lips cry:
“Each enemy’s death is a victory for humanity!”
The desert sun sears flesh and bone
With all the callousness
Of my human soul.
We had him fed to the guns last night:
You should have seen him, the poor bitch,
Lying with broken paws, eyes yelping in agony,
His tears mixed with sweat mixed with blood.
We didn’t need his confession to the gods:
You could hear their screams
In the walls shot through with shell holes;
In the fluids coughed up on rotting mattresses;
In the dirt-sodden clothes dumped over
Frail little skeletons.
Today the tap in the upstairs toilet
Runs frustrated. I lose my head
In crackling blue flashes of coolness,
Breathe a hot sigh, and try to shut out
The animal in me over and over. I can still hear
The lieutenant’s blackened lips cry:
“Each enemy’s death is a victory for humanity!”
But each sickening bullet-bite,
Each deathly hollow howl,
Reminds me of how empty
The old Creed has become:
The blind cult of slaughter for “humanitarian” causes.
That was what the Soldier was taught.
The first lesson a soldier has to learn
Is how to shoot an animal.
We didn’t need his confession to the gods:
You could hear their screams
The blind cult of slaughter for “humanitarian” causes.
That was what the Soldier was taught.
The first lesson a soldier has to learn
Is how to shoot an animal.
Today the tap in the upstairs toilet
Runs frustrated. I lose my head
In crackling blue flashes of coolness,
Breathe a hot sigh, and try to shut out
The animal in me over and over.