Defuse

we’ve got food in the trenches 

cornbeef and biscuits, 

tinned stew, a front row view 

to a carnage I never knew 

possible,

reasons barely 

passable for mutiny

coupled with humility 

I don’t want to be here

and nor does my enemy, 

we could be splitting a deck

and drinking …. heck! 

I don’t even know 

what I’m fighting for

an extra in the cold war 

seems like a null occupation