We’ll wait it out

Like a dragonfly can

In the July heat

By an undrinkable swamp

With clear irritation

Right left this way that

And I’ll sharpen my tongue

On dribbled passes

Between bitter babes

Towards the end

The army fell

Unimpressively so

To the knee

And that bloody trail

Announced a non-response

That we predicted

Truth be told

You neglected

The fire starter