Who are ‘they’ anyway?

A fight is a battle is a war
they say
I hear them loud’n’clear over the speakers
the megaphones and walkie talkies
With crackles and static trying to distract my ears

Argue with your demons
they say
Fight with bayonet and rifle
Shed the blood of your enemies
they say
But tread with caution
beware the yellow tape
they say

Pick your battles
Choose your weapon

And mine is of mouth

Some spiteful word and intonation
some hurtful intention or
love me, kiss me, kill me

Flicker of tongue wetting lips
Let mine be elusive and feared but
craved
Let mine body roll and writhe to notes coaxed
from the harp of mine heart

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