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This is from the first anthology that I came out with when I lived in South Dakota. The metaphor behind it is a kitchen (government) that turns out the horrors of war. Please R/R!
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Tragedy - Words: 116 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-14-05 - id: 2027415
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Bullets fly, sabers rattle
It turns out things for the battles
March through the maddening trees
In which it's easy to be seen
Endure their unending war machine
It's for her you're itchin'
She'll shed tears while you're in the kitchen
Dodge if you can our bullets
They will rend your friend to ribbons
If you return maybe some ribbons on your chest for her to see
Watch now they're changin' out their barrels
Send ahead all named Darryl; charge forwards!
Spill their pots and pans, dose out their ovens and take command
Now you're the head chef in the war kitchen
What are the specials for the day?
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