War: Dark Poems

Look in my eyes. My bronze skin reflects the flames of the battles. I feed on bullets and shrapnel. I have trenches instead of veins and a bombardier's whirring plays my favorite symphony inside my big head. This is my story, with some of my best camouflages and disguises, and you should expect your peace plans to fail. Because that's what I do for a living. Look at my million golden teeth necklace. Ring any bells? Maybe you're too young. I probably should have mentioned the fireworks over ...