[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #5. The publish date is approximate.]
dull flicker, the room dances with life;
whisper of trance pours from the speakers
bowing head, warrior prepares for strife
so much time crashes by;
its the longest minutes of his life
and his duty begs him to cry
as he wishes he was dead
silent warrior kneels among the bodies
while the field runs red