NEON

by Will Monigold

We have come here
To love
And be loved.
We pretend to have
Custody of the night.
The smell of fish
From the street
Cheap perfume
Fried treats.
The invasion
Is complete.
According to the women
Five dollars
Will dispel the dreadful
Efforts of a rifle
The careless teeth
Of a grenade
A calamity
In a hut with mud walls.
The days are
Hard and hot
And we will not cry
For many years.