Once upon a time from the left
You’re left
right at the start beginning
This is the fuck you part
words scars shadows fit
many torn and bloodied boys
hand to hand in the syllables
bayonet and shrapnel
twisted into facts
ammo bandages camouflage
form mangled with content
the long version war takes
as if the past were true
and grinning in a faded Polaroid
teenagers posing johnwayne
meaning in its meat
