war, poem, poetry, anti-war, satire

COTTON CANDY

you must
fight and die
for cotton candy

fight and die
for a thin processed
meat sausage
jammed
into role

you must
fight and die
to appease, suppress
our archetypal
shadow

for aeons old
collective guilt
you no longer feel

must give your life
throw it away for nothing really
for your right
to keep God for yourself
address him
in your language by the very
name you gave him

translated from a foreign,
ancient text
you do not own
and can no
longer read

but above all, hero,
                         it’s
for
    cotton candy