Casualties

 Now, part of me is always angry.

It stays furious no matter what.

I even took it to another level.

Now I'm angry at my anger, all the time.

The source springs somewhere in the Alps

and goes right through my thyroid.

This river doesn't carry gold.

It carries blood and bodies.

I watch my army float and 

 waters play grimly with their bodies.

I sometimes salvage hopes and drag survivors 

back to shore.

I revive them with liquor and promises.

They ask if we're winning the war.

An immediate act of regret-

why save them?!

I leave them to starve and get angry some more.

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