The Team

I saw an ox pulling a plow

and managed by a slim dark man.

As times would have it, I hacked the

ox and shot for dead the ghostly man
then made certain that he’d bled out
before I booted on.

I saw some goats attended by a boy

and killed them one by one. That AK
was more precious than a son.

I felt a threatening presence from the

north, and lent my hand to preparing
dear Plutonium.

I reveled in sanguinary language, pledged

to destroy whatever infidels appeared and
left behind food abundant for the scavengers
to carry on. Well fed vultures will never
fight among my bones.

I saw a boy, his fist wrapped around a

Milky Way, and burned him through with
a tracer shell no chocolate would abate.

I committed war.

Wendell M. Tomlin, Jr.