Cow-Kids & Baconboys Poem by Ijanric Howe

They step aboard the royal navy boats,
as eager as children waiting to see,
with widened gait growing all-gallopy;
they gallantly march toward others’ throats.
Inside the heads of deadened grazing cow-
kids / baconboys with toys, what is this ‘we’?
We haven’t a single Nazi poppy,
nor moment’s silence for the misnamed Gooks.

Soon enough their gait will slowly smallen,
and our infant calves will drag their hooves;
they’ll mourn their few herded cattle fallen
when the fight is over and nothing moves.
Your venged will be as well revenged again,
and left uncounted, bombed from numbered planes.