Bombsight

Damned all those brawls
All that blood
Just to be right
Losing sight of the sky
Drowning each
other in contrite
Gnawing and clawing
Those fingernails
Oh what a mighty fistfight
You kept me even
when all talk became
Like a frostbite
You stayed though
All I gave you was
A stinking tank airtight
We rode elevators
Not caring what floor
Came up in our bombsight
We laughed at the demons
Who haunted us
Kicked them into the daylight
True or false
Filling in the blanks
It’s all we need
To decide