So it goes and so it goes and so and on it goes
War then birth then accidents.
Then death. Time has earthlings in its throes
But events all explode in one breath.

Someone trips then someone marries. Another gets a kiss.
Out the window over there the fat lady eats an Almond Joy
Live soldiers don as best they can what the dead ones will not miss. Isn’t it sweet how a slaughterhouse seems like home to girl and boy?

Once inside the slaughterhouse, the slaughterhouse is in you.
War explodes time and logic and sense.
It mixes cities, honesty, dust, and a shoe
While readers in beds and bathtubs are blinded by official pretense.

War exists to help us make sense that nothing ever makes sense
War takes you up in a spaceship and knocks you off every fence.