Little Kid Warriors
by Azre
Little kid warrior’s got a morbid curiosity for stories about war leaders
The poorest force of little tortured souls in the grisly halls of the goriest
History of human driven violence since the time of flat metal giants
Now an army of little lions equipped with an arsenal of lies
My little brother, is still a little kid but he’s just big enough to fight his own battles
Happens to still have a few toy soldiers he’s just a little less sitting on my shoulders
And more melting them together with a magnifying glass like a shrapnel pit
Of amalgamated american soldiers in an oculus framed firefight washed out
Sunlight and muzzle flare pinching the fly over hercules cameras as they scan
The carnage but how much or how little is left to the imagination of first hand
Experiences, practice makes perfect he says as he attaches the fifth arm to the
Cthulu looking things head, had it only ever been a scientific endeavor?
The tremors of its purpose wobble it on to its side ironically held up the only
Arm still in the right place, I love my little brother but he’s getting bigger
The way a person grows in an open space and the same way the weather is,
in such a place, without constraints and an environment far from tame,
The way a child grows wide without a name, how natural is science now
in knowing clouds like growing lighting like trees… and less like fire