Circling the village and smoke stacks, I
"Are you really happy?"
"I'm happier than I've ever been. Never acid again?"
"Never acid again."
The thwup thwup thwup thwup of rotor blades
can send a boy deaf if
the whine of engines don't take care of it first.
Pick a spot. Wherever is good. I'll meet you
up the block.
It is okay. It is why we came here.
It is why we can't get any god damned air
between our Osprey and their muzzles
throwing metal.
It is okay.
Circling the huts and
the roaches.
We brought mechs.
Ready now? Never acid again. "Let's go, boy!"
Crush them or die trying. Headed toward
the blue flare
smoke.
