war, and that particular bayonet

gutted…
sunk like the German navy
the Japanese fleet…

gutted…
no air-power
no reserves
no recourses

gutted…
as a mouse runs across the floor

gutted…
in useless blue telephone wire
25 feet long

gutted…
shell-shocked


the roads are muddied
slushed with dirty snow.

gutted…
again

as everything goes on:
fry-cooks
traffic signals

somebody now pounding a nail
into a wall.


gutted…
and yet the whole thing like a decimal point.

she now sings the same song to her
new lover.