January 4, 2018

Poetry: “Vet”

He wears his veteran’s cap
As proudly this day
As the next

Nobody suspects
The stench of night sweats
Swarms below
The spotless brim
Of his jaunty cap

Against intuition
He followed orders
And learned how
To flick off compassion
Loaded up on
Video game action

But the bodies burst apart
With less finesse
Than the practiced simulation

That steaming-hot gut-pile
Stank worse than
A two-dimensional gore-puddle

He wants to talk about it
But pretends he’s fearless

Don’t ask, don’t tell.


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