My heart's beating--
But hasn't it always been?


They're made of chicken flesh.
Did anyone love them?
Were they heroes or villains?
Doubtless, to them they died in heroism.

They were babies.
Toddlers throwing tantrums.
Teens behaving badly.
Physically lusting for life.
Adults worn into the world;
You can see it in the leather on their knees.
Like mummies.
Too far gone to matter.
How many people died so I could have this?