USA

Empty crucible

Once full of righteous fire

Now just grey ashes

The snake rears its head

Striking blindly at targets

That are imagined

Adopts power stance

Arms crossed - closed for argument

Pin head and big mouth

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There Are No Angels Here

Scraping around the vipers nest,

flaming swords and thrusting spear,

black spiders scuttle to the feast

but there are no angels here.

The dragon crawls into their veins,

hallucinogenic ecstasy or fear.

The demon bares his fangs to bite

and still there are no angels here.

The first-born rounded up and caged,

harvesting the mother...

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The Parchment, The Bullet And The Word

It was old,

old and failing,

and it was loaded

and when I pointed it at him

he shrank back

afraid.

I said

“Do what I want

you to do,

because if you don’t

I will use this.

I’m not afraid

To use this”.

He sank to his knees

and prayed

for forgiveness,

prayed to all his little Gods

that I was bl...

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