Remains

• his bloody life in my bloody hands
• some distant, sun-stunned, sand-smothered land
• dug in behind enemy lines
• he's here in my head
• the drink and the drugs won't flush him out
• probably armed, possibly not.
• End of story except not really
• tosses his guts back into his body
• So we've hit this looter a dozen times
• Well myself and somebody else and somebody else
• On another occasion, we get sent out