See the butterfly wings torn asunder upon barbed wire spraying its colored powders luminescent dust it dots each point where bodies lie a wriggling in a crumpled heap below flowers by the thousands will remain unpollinated these barriers they stretch for miles all filled with tatters above rivers of blood in endless flows.
See the little spinner bugs go tumbling broken wings explode as copters fall to the desert floor to make a crater of spilled remains their guts just slightly human or fried into white ash forevermore.
Bullets buzz like wasps in heated anger whirring into flesh with stings of death stir up hornets nest's and suffer daggers that pain so many souls with deep regret.
A smirking bush spider weaves its webs of deceit that capture young prey as they grow into fodder caught up in a war woven and conceived in madness till beetles scurry over their remains.
Soldiers fall off boats into the tigress like water bugs who struggle without legs sinking in the turbulence that claims them, shit infested currents drag them down many drowned.
Maggots gather shrapnel...metal garbage mix it with their hate and fertilizers blasting soldier ants into confetti.
The worms crawl in and out of Arling's tons.
Walking sticks become the mode for many legs pulled off of others like the flies little warped boys long ago would torture, laughing as they lay legless and wingless.
Just some nubs
with no hopes for a future despair multi- faceting thier eyes.
War bugs me it creeps and crawls and frightens all the mother's fearing
it just might contaminate their sons and leave wails in the night.
Rich folks just exterminate
even the thought of such a nuisance. Never does it lay a single hair on the fortunate who grow up sheltered.
Let the inner city vermin fight those battles Let the middle class import war's meat.
The blue bloods all are marked for callings elsewhere but even they cannot escape death's touch.
The worms eat all mens flesh in equal portions but those who never served don't mean as much as those who died to help keep all lives free and wealth is worthless in eternity....
If I had my choice of who'd share my forever It would be with the sand fleas of Normandy among those brave men who died to keep my life happy.