My True Name
By Michelle Garren Flye
Horrible, beautiful monster,
Come here into my embrace.
It’s only with your care
I feel I will win the race.
watch, watch, watch
be always on guard
behind your camouflage
ready to do your part
And then it happens—so quick!
Safety is naught but the feel—
The cold, the smooth, the slick—
Dangerous sensation of steel.
stalk the enemy, be ready
they’re coming for you now
fight the bastards…steady
into their midst you plow
But it’s blood, not rain that falls
When the shooting starts.
Patriotic freedom palls
And before me a red sea parts—
beautiful monster, you cry
shall I whisper in your ear?
Death is the name I go by
and when you call, I’m here.
