Boots on the Ground

yesterday--a wiser man than me
wrote in the morning paper
that we should happ'ly send our troops
(seven thousand will do)
into the jaws of hell

fourteen thousand boots upon the ground
times ten, tiny toes their mothers kissed
this little piggy went to market
this little piggy stayed home…forward, march!
while those who welcome death
could hardly be more pleased
may each marching combat boot
find my buried bomb

oh, you clever Prophet (PBUH)
who doles those virgins’ thighs
to all your faithful cohort
that in your service dies--
while angry Moses hurls his stones
--and gentle Jesus cries