Look, you, I have no more stomach for brawlers!
Don’t be so stupid!
If the bitch barks, back off! Get down!
Offer your palm, not your knuckles
If you strike, she will bite.
I know you didn’t want to hurt me,
But you don’t seem to want me laughing either.
Isn’t it old?
We’ve seen too much active duty
Too many encounters
And how many are left dangling in our dark heart of hearts?
How do you ever make up for that?
We were all pretty liars
We thought we knew what we wanted
We enlisted and then we just went through maneuvers
And never recognized each other
As friend or foe.
It’s too bad.
You find yourself on the front lines,
Armed, and bloodied
And then, after you’re dragged off,
And your heart is in mortal peril,
The shock sets in
Your soul begins to fossilize
Where is the life, then?
Darling, pay attention.
Heed who you engage.
Who do you love?
Who do you bury?
Who do you mourn?
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