War

a body

battered selfish;

devoid of guilt

or blame.

a pure blood-

sport love

of the game,

of insanity,

of searching for clarity

in fat and tendons.

mind maps

looped around synapses

misfiring

into a crowded room

of women and children-

guts eating anxiety slugs.

it’s a war no one knows about,

it’s Iraq,

it’s the Democratic Republic of Congo.

sexual perversion in suicide,

a fetish for death;

wondering why haven’t I done it

yet?