.
i wake before the others
betraying the family bed
conduct domestic procedure
(the sun has yet to rise and punish)
the rooms are illuminated with the city dim
projected from streetlight in
a dossing grain of orange
wiltered by the sheets
we use to cower our windows
in this near light i go to spread a morning meal
a tray of fruit, yogurt and breakfast biscuits
i bring it too our low living room table
but Abrupt !
there is a form occupying the table
i scout for a spot to place my wares
put the tray / direct contact / the floor
and make a closer examination
on the table
it is a soldier boy simple life spent out
this warrants artificial light
i pull the cord on the corner lamp
in a glimpse of eyes the bulb pops dead
i know i won't meet result this way
its a brain pattern going on i determine
and remove shrouding from a street view
orange wash lends to the olive uniform
both hands hitched
to his webbing in the middle of his chest
helmet discomforts his head turned to a side
eyes yelling a relaxed nothing
no surprise to his ****** features
boots that haven't even made mud yet
this is clean but for the blood reduction
a syrup for his presentation
no fooling and there is.. the gun
the child in me and the child in him want it
he makes seventeen at most
and it is now i feel
when i see the device
war oversees
makes international the weather