They only cost three dollars a bag. He
Rips it open, giggling with excitement,
And dumps them all over the floor. Little
Green men go to war against each other,
Armies making their last stand on blob-shaped
Pieces of ground. A dozen plastic lives
Were lost this day, but we don’t even know
Whose side they were on—they all looked the same.
But this war is not over; it will start
Anew sometime after cookies and milk.