"Hello," I say
The big man with the mustache laughs
“Why?” I ask
We huddle closer together as he thumbs
the brass and wooden
trigger
“I am invincible!” he says,
swinging at us with the bayonet.
“Are you sure?” I ask
“I leave a wake of death and
destruction in my path,”
he roars, “Headstones are laid
wherever I walk!”
“Is that not power? Foolish boy!”
One man smiles, and collapses as
a bullet pierces his head.
“Are you sure?” I ask
“I Fight for king and Country!”
the man bellows over the explosions
As the dirt rains down, the others seem
to swell with
pride.
Maybe fighting is right.
I stare
“Are you sure?”
The mustachioed man grows quiet
his vigorous rantings dead
The color drains from his face
and his hands claw at my wrists
“All I see is death,” he whispers
His now dark and empty eyes
search my own
“I don’t believe in goodbyes,”
says the big man with the mustache
He leaps up, over the top…
and his body tumbles back down
“Hello,” I say