Hornet This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

a faceless man in an FA-18
drained of emotion and refilled with false pride
he is willing to shoot strangers
because someone issued a command.
He doesn't think about playing guns in the street,
pointing tree branches at the neighbor boys,
smearing mud and mulberries onto beardless cheeks
because when the sun went down,
there were mothers to scrub behind their ears
and fresh lemonade to drink out on the porch
with previous enemy combatants.
Now, in the real world,
the game is more deadly
and the guns aren't just tree branches anymore
and the little button on the dashboard
will annihilate the entire city below.
He won't let himself think when he pushes it,
It's just an order.
If he didn't do it, someone else would.
After all, out here we call homicide bravery
and no one in the dead city will remember
that the Hornet had a faceless man inside,
who will not sleep tonight.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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AugustSummerFling This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 15, 2013 at 9:13 am
This was breathtaking. One of the very best poems that I've ever read. Each word cuts through the mind and the brain and rattles them. I don't have words to describe the raw beauty of this poem and the crushing reality that you present to the readers. You're a wonderful poet. Beautiful piece of art. Just beautiful.
 
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