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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Cal
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