Warmongers: six haiku

a half-moon over the maps of several poor countries

that sullen bastard will go at midnight take the child and dance it in his arms

guarded by his horse the soldier is a flying army in his head

going to be married so the rape is hushed up mouths receive the sacrament

whose bread would pay for a war blood on the back stairs

not capable of bearing children they clap for the chance to meet death