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my cousin, the paper war hero
we used to draw diagrams
and battle plans
of soldiers in combat
using stick men heroes and
rough ink martyrs
he'd do it simply because
it was programmed
by his sergeant father
me?
purely out of an unhealthy
obsession with violence
like a bolt
through the skulls of cattle
I bit chewed and bled
slowly through life
scars to show for it and
the anchor in my head
he married had kids
took life at a gentle pace
one day my cousin went to the shop
with his mother in law
(he was short and not the strongest;
enough attitude to look you in the eye
but no more)
a steroid induced gorilla
charging past the shop
decided to smash my cousin
off the wall and blend him with ease
into the pavement
safe to say his body
was eventually removed
from the very public pavement
but his mind and spirit
departed earlier
no stick man re-enactment
or paper predictions
prepared him for that
it's not just another notch
in my misanthropic bed post
but also a disappointment
humanity at its most
pre-evolutionary
no open casket no justice
just
mourning and paperwork
I hope when his ashes
met the soil
and the tears ran to ash
that what left that pavement
and this earth that day
isn't just
a desperate fantasy
and battle plans
of soldiers in combat
using stick men heroes and
rough ink martyrs
he'd do it simply because
it was programmed
by his sergeant father
me?
purely out of an unhealthy
obsession with violence
like a bolt
through the skulls of cattle
I bit chewed and bled
slowly through life
scars to show for it and
the anchor in my head
he married had kids
took life at a gentle pace
one day my cousin went to the shop
with his mother in law
(he was short and not the strongest;
enough attitude to look you in the eye
but no more)
a steroid induced gorilla
charging past the shop
decided to smash my cousin
off the wall and blend him with ease
into the pavement
safe to say his body
was eventually removed
from the very public pavement
but his mind and spirit
departed earlier
no stick man re-enactment
or paper predictions
prepared him for that
it's not just another notch
in my misanthropic bed post
but also a disappointment
humanity at its most
pre-evolutionary
no open casket no justice
just
mourning and paperwork
I hope when his ashes
met the soil
and the tears ran to ash
that what left that pavement
and this earth that day
isn't just
a desperate fantasy
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