good soldier

You enlisted
my loyalties and
I believed we
would serve seamlessly,
indentured to fight
at the same front;
disciplined to obey and
protect each other's skin.
When did you receive
a change in orders?
Was I out keeping watch
against primal threats
from the dark
of some deserted post?

When the end arrives
and I am blown apart
by friendly fire
I will have seen it coming
and I will perish
at your pleasure
like a good soldier.


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