Waiting for engagement,
is what war is
isn't it? Waiting for the lights to come on
and show you when
to pull the trigger
because a trigger man
without a light
running at mach speed
is just a cruise missile
with no E. Trying to pretend
everything is on course,
but it's the computer singing
sleep songs to prove it's not
dead yet and the reticle is dancing
like someone in a black dress
from a movie I haven't seen,
my finger on the red switch
waiting for her to light up green
and have the little twitch
that makes flames out of mettle
and metal into confetti;
while I wait, all the while,
closing the distance.
