Jack wants me to fight his dad And pappy but isn’t sure why Swords are still plastic or foam And guns are unknown and dead is just a word so fighting is the stuff of cartoons and storybooks Fighting is exciting and what men do So when Keri asks if he knows That we could get hurt he’s confused And when I leave the car he’ll still Hug me and grab onto my leg to stop me from going; I pause and wonder who has it right, him or us: who knows how to fight?