F*ck Me When the War Is Done, and Other Poems by Ninnachel by Elwin Fortuna

Fuck Me When the War Is Done

Some purposely grotesque imagery in this one.

Fuck me when the war is done,
When tangled starlets hang bright over battlefields,
When the Moon shines silver on abandoned armour,
When battlefields grow green again and richer for the plowing,
Plow me on the green grave-given grass.

We have no need of governments or kings,
No Vala to rule us, no need of wealthy things,
Let them have their Jewels as long as they get gone,
Fuck me when the war is done, my bright and shining one.

Fuck me when the war is done,
When the king is dead and all his heirs gone too,
When the recaptured Jewels waft rainbows against the Sun,
When Morgoth's vast bulk lies smoking in the dustlands,
Fuck me then, and laugh.

We have no need of governments or kings,
No Vala to rule us, no need of wealthy things,
Let them have their Jewels as long as they get gone,
Fuck me when the war is done, my bright and shining one.