FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

in a battle one soldier is not
dead
the rest of his companions in the
platoon
are dead

silence creeps like a spy trying to
feel what is the next wise move
to finally win
the fight

on the other side is fog, the trees are
hazy, and the silence is always waiting
for the next fire

a bullet is cautious. No footstep is necessary.
The declaration is kept hidden.

Suddenly the last soldier stands up
points his armalite to the fog and fires all his might

and then the fireflies are gone.
So many leaves fell to the ground.
Branches of mangium cut.

One last bullet. It got the last soldier.
But that is not the end of this war.