I didn't care

[billy]

Embassy staff died
parts of diplomats sent home.
Aluminium pouches stamped
MADE IN BENGHAZI.

Spread like jam over a tv screen
black blood, nibbed across broadsheets.
Flag-weaving foreigners, fighting for what?

Nameless, faceless, exsanguinated,
American dreams in grains of quicksand.
Whose Rubicon did they cross?


I held no pity, no remorse, no hatred.
They were not gods or heroes
they were not of me.

what did they expect?