1. Song of Lieutenant, Flagging

The opposing faction called it the War of Dogs
not unjustly.  More animal than not, 
my men. We fought in places with names 
impossible to recall. “George is lost. Bobby, Thomas,
and John have been shred.” Dog of theirs that I was, 
I became weak as a mangled woman. I slept 
through shots. “I do not want bone, but rather, 
a number. In how many fathers’ beds have I slept?”