Vast complex of American misadventure
Stairwell lined with tall portraits
Depicting naked terrorists reposed like ill-used catamites
Forming uncomfortable pyramids of their flesh
Two quid flash of disposable camera post-torture
Pyramid walls bloody with mishandling.
Wars, rumours thereof
A desert stormed is a desert reformed
Boots recycling dunes, new kingdoms rising
The wake of old places, the waking dust, the waiting consequence
Vast hangars wherein master masons direct the construction of devious craft
Designed to deceive, their alien hulls sleek, married to our presumptions of the future
This is the future; Should requiring fail, compel.
Padlocked bins for the disposal of augmented children
At a tantrum, at slight provocation, toxified by their increased facility to produce adrenaline
Should requiring fail, compel; fighting fail, flee then different story tell.
Drone footage IMAX vivid, conspirators’ faces little belying the antiquity of their resident souls.
Wide eyed the fire frazzled GIs file in
Filofax all death until June
Seen what’s vile, the violent rank and file
Inhaling wonder from a rifle barrel, sigh it in
Haunting Laurel Canyon sounds, Hardy men bopping, the officer’s mess violin
Drowned out by CCR, coughing so much they threaten CPR.
Over by Christmas this and every war
Eight nine Tet, tents alive and night riotous
The doors to war myriad the dooms of war Iliad
Voodoo jungle at dance, napalm perfume arrests me
The chemical kids, their erroneously tallied digits stupefied at the feel of a sticky rice grain squeezed between forefinger and thumbs
Brrraparazzi I once saw a sniper shoot through a photographer’s lens
The permissive aperture the dismissive snap of camera at the present danger
The slapped ham sound of bullied flesh, bits of matter afly like Gamera.
Alchemisland 
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