victory

we struck through the middle of a
simple dawn
all their ships were in the harbor
and we torched them into a giant
sunrise
we cannoned down the cathedral
cut the legs off the cavalry
found them hungover in barracks
pig-stabbed them out of the dream
there was no chance for the women
the young ones
we bared them neatly
screaming
we stuck it into their every hole
beat the shit out of them
killed some
cut the nipples off of others.
we ate all the meat and drank all
the booze in town.

war was good
if
you won.

when we marched out
singing
there was nothing left
back there
but fire and smoke
and marching over the hill
the flowers awarded us
with their
beauty.