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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
Written by MrAlptraum (Mr A)
Published | Edited 15th Jun 2012
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