no country for romantic men

and the few survivors who couldn’t
fight 
were lined up
along with the civilians
and shot
or killed in ways to entertain the soldiers
And dogs were trained to
tear them to shreds 
and the ground became black with
their soaked blood
and over the next few days a carpet of
butterflies gathered on top of it

“It’s beautiful,” he said

She didn’t pay attention. Was too busy
removing golden teeth
from a severed head 
she held in her lap. “Dammit, whoever made these
implants did too good a job. I’ve
to take ‘em with gums, alright. Look, my
knife keeps slipping.” 

“Stab his eyes please,” he said

“What? Why?”

“Because he’s looking at us. I can’t 
stand it.”

“Jeez, you’re such a pussy.” She quickly
stabbed the blade into
the head’s eyes one after the other. “Better?” 

“Whatever,” he said. “Just hurry up 
and pull those teeth.” 

“I’m trying. If I had better tools though…”

He was silent for 
a long time and then
he cleared his throat and said, “Hey, so… now that this
shitty war is over… like, what are you
gonna do with your life?” 

“I don’t know,” she said. “Get myself a few
gold teeth as extra spoils and
go back home. My mom wants
me to marry this
fat guy from the neighboring village. I probably
will then I’ll shit him out a few
kids and… well, grow old and die, I guess.” 

“What? Is that it? That’s all?”

She looked at him with
a grin. “Hey, don’t worry, you’re still
getting some. Just wait until
tonight, okay?” 

“Dammit, that’s not what the heck
I meant. I meant… you know, there’s gotta be
more to life than just… just 
getting married, making kids, and dying.” 

“Really? Well, what are you
gonna do then?”

“I’m… gonna write. About it all. The war
and… everything.” 

“Write? Like, a book? A story?” 

“Yeah. It’s been my dream
since before the war started. Now I’ve the
experience to write about.”

“Bullshit experience,” she said. “Who in the fuck
d’you think will wanna read that? 
What’s the story gonna say? How you 
killed the enemy? Poisoned their wells? Raped
their women and enslaved their children? 
Stuck twigs down the dick holes of
prisoners and broke them inside for fun?”

“Hey, I never did any of that.” 

“But you were there when the
others did it. And did nothing to stop them.
It counts as--”

“Fuck! Okay, you’re right. Writing a book
about this would be
a terrible idea. Thanks.”

“Shit, look, I got one. This is solid gold. 
Two more to go.” 

He sighed. “Listen…”

“Yeah?”

“About that marriage of yours…”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“Well, let’s just say… I mean, you know…”

“Fuckin’ spit it out already!”

“Don’t marry that fat guy from
the neighboring village! Fuck, I said it.”

“Oh? And marry you instead?” 

“Well…”

“Y’know, the fat guy from the neighboring village
is the son of a fairly rich butcher. Family
business. And you… Your father’s the
drunk who hung himself to avoid paying 
back his debts. You see the conflict here, I hope.” 

“So all you care about is money?”

“Why wouldn’t I care about money? I want to
live good, thank you very much. This is 
the real world, not some
romantic story. Wake up. I gotta make the
rational decision.” 

“I thought we had… something.” 

“Yeah, we fucked a few times cuz’ there
was nothing better to do. And we’ll
fuck again tonight, sure. But 
that don’t mean we’re lovers now. Look, you’re
a nice guy. I’m sure you’ll find
love back at home. You don’t need a bitch
like me. I mean, if you think I’m not
gonna screw other guys
behind my husband’s back, you’re seriously trippin, boy. 
So think about it, that could’ve been you. Would
you want that?”

“No, I suppose not.” 

“Good. Well then, let’s get these teeth
and go have some ale. It’s on me.”

She stood and with her hand
soiled with blood
she reached out and pinched his cheek
and stretched it to force 
a smile on his face. “C’mon, cheer up, damn you!
We still have a life ahead of us. Let’s
fuckin’ live it.” 

“Yeah… let’s.” 

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  1. Wow…such a powerful write, dialog, description..I felt my pulse rising as I read on… When humans get to the point that pulling teeth out of a cadaver’s head is nothing more than a “lucky find” something to be done so blasely while carrying on this hopeless view of their own future…It’s these very real. but nightmarish scenes of human beings., losing their humanity, that really scare me! Really well and frighteningly written Bogdan!!
    The title is a perfect, glaring, understatement!!

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  2. Even though I read (and was dazzled by) the entire story, I found myself going back time and again to savor “…and over the next few days a carpet of butterflies gathered on top of it…” That particular imagery slays me and is a rich and potent counterpoint to what follows. Kind of magic, actually.

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  3. Heartless, yet filled with emotion in every way. Contrasting thoughts and feelings, biting reality. We’re all fighters, we’re all survivors, we’re all damaged in our own ways. Well conceived and written!

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  4. Bogdan,

    I mean, isn’t ANYONE going to complain about such gruesome telling? Okay, I will.

    And that’s why I couldn’t stop myself from reading on… all the way to the gruesome ending.

    Please don’t write any more like this. And that’s why I signed on as a follower.

    Ric d. Stark

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    1. Hahah, I mean, the literary world is oversaturated with family friendly, sunshine and rainbows content.

      I’d love to see a change of pace

      *☆゚°˖* ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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        1. Awesome! Got a few poems there as well. You can access the profile by clicking the IG button below this post or by searching for my username
          bogdan_1_dragos

          Big thanks, and I’ll make sure to follow back 🙂

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  5. Reading your poetry, Bogdan, can be liked pulling aside a heavy dark curtain and girding the loins before you look to see what’s underneath. But as every word in your poems counts there also has to be willingness to be open to other realities.
    Gwen.

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  6. Christ, what a bad dream. good imaginative tale tho’. Seems Like I mighta read it awhile back/ seems familiar.Thought it was wild like “I coulldn’t have written that, jeez”. so I say Thanx. and keep on keeping on
    gray

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