Snake Eater

Green military fatigues

A dusty eyepatch

A bandana that’s not his

A scarcely used hush puppy

Hands mastering in CQC.

He’s always there,

Watching,

But you never

See him.

He sneaks up,

Blends with the

Shadows, nimble

Fingers gripping

Your neck, before

You even realize

He’s there.

He works clean,

Barely leaves a trace,

Working alone.

He’s on a mission,

One that challenges

His morals.

His country,

Or his personal beliefs?

War has changed.

War changes people.

When you’re on

The battlefield

As much as he is,

You begin

To forget

Who you really

Are.