This is the price of war—rape!
This is the price you are willing
to pay from your ancient havens
of masculinity from which you say
that it matters little anyway, for
nothing has changed except the
ravaging of a body and a mind and
the invisible scars that trace their
way into a soul, into the blackness
of despair that lies outside your
reference frame that contains not
a person, but a number on a page.