Two Days

Monday was for other people,
for people that believed in endings,
and that endings made sense,

and Tuesday was always the beginning of the end,
all over again,

and cloudless mornings,
and incoming metal jackets,
foreign bodies that made us behave poorly,

and Tuesday was always the beginning of the end,
again,
and again,

but every time we were surprised,
and disappointed in others,
and then ourselves