—Barrett Warner, Facebook post

Bombs fall on my shoulder blades.
A sniper targets intensity of my toe.

I’m at war with me, my body a ruined city
from which the last of the sad ones flee.

My back bends beneath cannons, breaking.
Forehead claims the greater thrust of knives.

Some days I can’t leave my bed. I’ve been
blown up, burned down, brained by a rifle butt.

MIRVs point their acupuncture.
Drones strike eyelids, napalm lathers my hair.

I will suffer blitzkrieg & battalions
marching jackboots over brittle bones.

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Ace Boggess is author of three books of poetry, most recently Ultra Deep Field (Brick Road Poetry Press, 2017), and the novel A Song Without a Melody (Hyperborea Publishing, 2016). His writing has appeared in Harvard Review, Mid-American Review, RATTLE, River Styx, North Dakota Quarterly and many other journals. He lives in Charleston, West Virginia.