No surrender

Crack the fragile skull
Spoon out the scrambled brain,
Wholesome soldiers are lacerated,
Masticated, bones left on the plate,
Weetabix drown like kittens
In your o% fat leukocytes,
Weakly, I wave a white flag
Placing myself in your sights,
But you are planning your next strategy,
On your blackberry,
“I’ve got SO much to do”
As you pencil me in
For a phone call, or maybe a tweet
The claxon calls, to arms, you go
Mortally wounded
I clear the carnage
Of what used to be us, my love.