Them

photograph by Robert Doisneau

Oh, for war's sweet end,
to be grounded in home,
freed from the smells
of gore—I mean glory.
We kiss and
we kiss
and would do it again
do it all over again,
not me, not us, but them
they'll do it again 
for there's always a them—
a new wave of them
who yearn for the glory
of the lock and load,
for the trill of the bugle
and the fame of a kiss.
Again.

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