modern warfare

(c) 2011-2012 'Safira B'

war drives in on his red classic car
maybe, streaked with yellow
scythes and lust and greed.

he turns to you, raises a fist;
if you don’t do this, i’ll hit you. i will.

and you look him in the eye
nuclear green and dollar imperialist that you are

i’ll hit you back.

black, blue, lies and truth.
war is that older boyfriend
when you’re seventeen.

never again, you think.
come back, i guess i didn’t know
my own strength, i need you.

so you drive back
in a red classic car
maybe, streaked with blue
and white and a dream.

* the Cold War, and its perpetrators.