“We have swapped war stories and boasted battle scars,
waded through fields of friendship turned enemy territory.
Loaded rounds, taken aim.
Face it, we have land mine love.
I have saluted you 21 times,
wrapped my body around your grenade,
I have made peace with this white flag.
When day breaks, we are nothing but empty shells.
No gunpowder, no glory.
You will always be my clean kill,
but I am still a slow death.”