I watch something so visceral
Life ended, ending
Live in color sharp images
War and death
In a box while I eat
People die
Day time, night time, prime time
First coverage all the time
The box makes death clean
Even with the screams
Rent from madden crowds
Burnt flesh and frenzied words
The box makes it pure
And safe
Its not
Death is ugly
It smells like shit and tears
Its burning pain and loss
The copper taste of blood
No thoughts of honor or
Country
No red white and blue
It’s alone
More alone than its forever
An eternity of stink, and, fear
Nothing.