Everyone is good for something.
Even if you can't move,
can't see the
horrors of the world unfolding around us like
a badly written romance
and can't feel the pain in the people around you
when you die, your body becomes fertilizer for
beautiful white flowers that will be
crushed underneath the boots of soldiers,
only boys, really, boys pretending to be strong so they can assure themself they're useful,
marching away to war.