Foreign Disputes

a knife, pushed into my side
swearing to it's esoteric faultlines
bullets and missiles discreetly symbolic
of the words used between school kids

the letters push the margins a little further away
and for the sake of art, we make the same
repetitive mistakes
(for repetition soothes the savage beast)

I am a burial of my past indiscretions
I am a plot of land that shall forever be fought for
I am a bullet in a loaded gun
I am a human sacrifice to appease God

where do children go when they die?
a moment in succession preceding the last breath
I am an epilogue