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Detritus
The odd small child has copped it,
A writer here, a pensioner,
And, just around the corner,
An engineer.
It’s the same old detritus of war;
Keep moving now,
There’s nothing to see,
Nothing to fear.
The single mum with stumps for legs
Has made somebody’s day,
Just like the school and hospital,
Each with rooves blown away.
More detritus, but life goes on...
Friday 28th March 2025 9:33 am
Karma Kill
I wanna see 2 jet fighters go air to air.
Trying to kill each other.
Full range of weapons.
Beyond visual range.
Dodge the missile volley.
Short range heat seekers.
Get past that.
Guns baby...
Knife fight in a fucking phone box.
Helmet mounted sights, off bore sight missiles.
Death...
of pilot and jet.
...
Friday 24th May 2013 9:41 pm
WAR GODDESS
WAR GODDESS
The Goddess of war makes her stand in the upper skies,
pitting man and machine in deadly battle.
Hazy colours of blue and grey make way for burning
fire and pyres of smoke.
Up here she knows no mercy as men die
in a second to please her lust for death.
No one can beat her as she is immortal and ubiquitous.
Make just one mistake and she’ll ...
Tuesday 27th December 2011 2:24 pm
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