There are Improvised Explosive Devices

Stuffed with cocaine fuelled erections

Scattered across London’s skyscape.

Idealised landscapes of home flicker before sanded eyes

As the sun seared flesh of maimed soldiers

Lies a long way from home.

And young war veterans fly wheelchair bound

Back to Blighted - To the arms of their mothers,

And occasionally lovers,

Who stand on the tarmac

Called up for duty, Love and devotion.