alone survivor

alone survivor

In a war porn country

gratuitous explosions

destroy entire bodies

for the hero to see,

and the hero too, while

we be the hero, 
masturbating in this mirror

we munch on popcorn

wiping our lubricated fingers

across the thighs of our jeans

silent but for the mastication

of tender images

vicariously sucking 
amorous vats of sugary soda and

pick flesh off the

zippers of our jackets

while an M4A1 Carbine rips

lines of latex death

tearing through the torsos of earnest young men,

faces pasted in filmic fear

contort in a single take

but for the grave

stone stare, transfixed,

penetrates us.