Apocalypse How

Israel: Did they say why, why they want to terminate my command?
America: I was sent on a classified mission, sir.
Israel: It’s no longer classified, is it? Did they tell you?
America: They told me that you had gone totally insane, and that your methods were unsound.
Israel: Are my methods unsound?
America: I don’t see any method at all, sir.
Israel: I expected someone like you. What did you expect? Are you an assassin?
America: I’m a soldier.
Israel: You’re neither. You’re an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill.

In the sandbox we play.
Young and old.
We come out the same way.
Dirty.
Full of it.
Sand blown long.

Plastic toys and machines.
Spartan weapons
used to deploy.
Our might.
To demand
fantasy in a foreign land.

In the sandbox we play.
The weak and strong.
Sand blown long.
As the hours pass
Melted into glass.