slicing pears

you think about
the generals
drinking
tea and cutting
apples
into quarters,
brushing flies
away while
slicing carefully
into
the white meat
of green
laced pears.
discussing where
to drop
the bombs, on
what city
and at what
time would seem
appropriate.
with casual
indifference
drawing up their
plans
of destruction,
asking
one another
how their golf
game goes,
if they've
conquered that
slice that
drives the ball
so infuriatingly
into the woods.