Chrome-plated, small, elusive,
the pinball ball bounces on the strings
of the edges, without having the chance
to know peace, because it's rejected
by two short merciless levers
which deny it resting in the hole,
here in the noise of the bar for troops:
it reminds me of our condistion
of pinball balls in military clothes,
condemned to never know peace
and to prepare to the next war.