I wonder if he knows
How I cry when he touches me.
How the softness in his voice strangles my indifference.
I wonder if he knows
How I sob when he leaves me.
And the poison in my head
How it burns with persistence.
I put my hand upon his cheek
Hush now you’re safe here with me,
Boy who’s heart that I keep.
You’ll never stand up to see
That I’m being killed
By what stands on the ground:
Ammunition by the pound,
On top of which you take your seat.
And it weighs two ton.
Too bad you’re the one
Who’s shadow it resides underneath.