“How’s the
pain?”
Fine.
“You’re
lucky you survived.”
But my
brother, he didn’t.
“What do you
think? Will you join us?”
All eyes turn
to me.
A dozen
pairs or so, waiting for an answer
I’m all too
ready to give.
“Yes”
If only just
to kill those faceless murderers.
I’ve joined
the battle brigade.
We ship out
today. Way past time for second thoughts.
I’m a
soldier now, being sent out to kill.
But who am I
kidding?
I’m just a
boy from a lost town watching moths dance in the summer breeze.
I’m not ready
for this hell.
Last three sentences. Excellent.
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