Farm

Uncomforable
Victories phyrric

Position is calm
Until it isn’t

When bearings fly
By automatic fire

Running through mud
And plastic

With boots and
Cleet

It’s tense and
Bleak

Surrounded
With no retreat

Then silence
Falls

Muscles relax
And we speedload

What time we have
We can’t be sure

Waiting or
Flanking

Crouched and
Listening

For a footstep
By the opposition

Quietly
Uncomfortably

Our gear is
Heavy

Movement is
Slow

Right now it’s
Still

And tense
Covered yet clear

Our position is calm
But it won’t be

That way
For very long

Sport

Sport

Little white plastic ball bearings
Hurt when they impact skin
After fired from spring or CO2

That’s why we wear vests
And masks and helmets over
Jumpsuits and thick pants

That’s why we fear the pellets
They cause pain and decide
Whether or not you “live”

In a dusty and deep trench
I pull back the bolt to
Prime a powerful spring

Through a visor, not much
Can’t be seen without a
Haze of chaos and heat

Barely a figure with a red
Armband can be detected
On the opposite field side

Plastic clinks against metal
To aim down the sights
And fire at that team

How many painful pellets
Shoot from airsoft guns
On a plastic battlefield