Laugh and Spit

Laugh out loud!
Laugh and spit into the air
You, who have edged your sword with blood.

Surely you must know a place to hide.
Somewhere deep in the earth
Where bullets and bombs are jokes
And the accoutrements of battle
Are but gossamer and lace.

Your foe scales your heart

With matchsticks.
They are phantoms
Upon the rungs.           

You prevail.

The alcohol in your cup
Is as raw as kerosene.
Take it like
Holy Communion.
Feel the napalm in your gut
And laugh with me.

Laugh out loud!

Laugh and spit in the air
You who prevail.