Cellophane squeaks as I
Unravel the seal
Edge my nail under flap
For a 'chew after meal'.
14 chewy soldiers
Stand straight in two rows
Minty aromas
Start to reach my nose.
Which soldier is going
To be first to die?
Pick third left, bottom row
And lift him up high.
Peel back the paper
Stripping him bare
Pocket his uniform
As he quivers in prayer.
Into my mouth
With a chomp and a chaw
What a sad end for
A veteran of war.
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