The Bigger One Usually Wins

Have you ever seen a real brawl
Between ordinary people?
Then why buy the choreographed
Battles of epics and movies?

Let us admit that our sieges
Are imperfectly conducted,
Our attacks are disorderly,
Our battles uselessly bloody.

They’re slogs, all slogs through blood and mud,
Outside a tavern in the rain,
Inside the capitol buildings,
In the tank-infested trenches.

Set off all your nuclear drones
And killer satellites at once.
After the initial fireworks,
What’s left will be brawling in mud,

And, finally, the exhausted
Survivors grappling and grunting
Wordlessly as drunks in the rain,
Like the sad brawls you’ve seen, the same.