they have us
in a thin-walled shack
with tiny guns
& not enough bullets
eirann is excited to see some action
the troops on bicycles
call me dangerous
they want to make an example
there’s a wounded bird
crying like a human child
i hold it gently
telling it about the divine feminine
& teaching it the ave maria
a sort of shushed lullaby
the ones who have never been to war
run toward it the fastest
i cannot figure out the controls
on all these strange machines
mattress dungeon 