My little hobby...poetry

Enemy

In this desert
In darkness
Lying with a gun
Across his chest
Pretending he's heartless
As the fire flashes in the sky.
He was fragile
And frozen
When the bullet took away
His friend
But now he's somehow
More broken.

In this desolate science
She's lying with her hands
Across her chest
Pretending she's heartless
As the fire flashes
In her eye.
She was fragile
And frozen
When the needle took away
Her friend
But now
She's somehow more
Broken.

They're pulling
Their weapons to their sides
Loading them full of their goodbyes
Dragging their enemy across the line.