War Games

by Cal Morton, Jr.

 Green plastic army men 
 wage green plastic wars 
 on a green ply-board square. 

 A green plastic army man 
 throws a green plastic hand grenade 
 into a brown cardboard house. 

 And who says prayers for them back at home? 

 Ra-tat-tat. 

 A green plastic mortar round 
 ends a green plastic man's life 
 behind a paper-mache hill. 

 A green plastic army man 
 cuts a green plastic throat 
 which bleeds red enamel blood. 

 And who sings songs for those they have lost? 

 Ka-boom. 

 They march across the spray-painted landscape- 
 propelled by invisible hands- 
 to meet the green plastic communists, 
 unafraid of a green plastic death. 
 For after all, they're only green plastic army men. 

 A green plastic army man 
 takes an electric toy train 
 to his LEGO ranch house. 

 A green plastic army man 
 sits with his pink plastic wife 
 on a broken-toothpick swing. 

 And who comforts her while he's off at war? 

 Be careful, love. 

 They march across the spray-painted landscape- 
 propelled by merciless hands- 
 to meet the green plastic communists 
 which die the same plastic death. 
 But after all, they're only green plastic army men. 

 They die under a fluorescent light 
 protecting a way of life. 
 They die at the hands of the green plastic communists- 
 They die a green plastic death. 
 But after all, they're only green plastic army men. 
 


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short bio:
Computers are my hobby.  Their hardware is intriguing, as is anything technologically complex.  The hard drive in my computer has a lot of poetry on it.  The book-shelf in my living room has a lot of Kurt Vonnegut novels on it.  The CD carousel in my bedroom has, among other CDs, the entire Smashing Pumpkins' discography.  The apartment I rent is in Western Michigan.  I write ideas that excite me. That is who I am.

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