the Crazed and the Layman - Stream of Consciousness, Random Poem Creation

to live like he did
returning from duty
slaughtered the work
necessary to clear
the farm of ill will
he claimed

his average neighbor
knew of everything
yet continued to pretend
nothing was off
nothing had changed
to his own detriment.

his dog sat
perched on the box
the box that held
everything he brought
from the fields
the farms of fire

it howled
all night long
demanding its owner
though it knew not
he would never return

it was the mission
burned in his brain
that told him to
leave to continue
to stretch it over years
and keep it going.