NaPoWriMo 2026, Day 30 prompt: Write a poem that discusses a real or mythical being or profession (demons, firefighters, demonic firefighters) with a musing yet dispassionate tone.

Thirteen Bravo

Maybe nineteen, young and dumb
with gonads for brains.

Willing to kill. Untested,
but meaner than shit.

Give them a full up automatic
that’ll cut a body in half

With a soft pull on the trigger.
Boom, boom, boom.

Life as a grunt. Taught to hate.
Thank him for his service.

And be sure to call your mom.
Hooah, Oorah, Hooyah.
Dead is dead. Who cares?