Tag: history
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Eight Hundred Give Or Take
The Irish man, he of the Glen We are bogmade not of Fen To us a tree is a crown, and a road sounds like a cow When you want it done shout anois, they’ll know you want it now Liza’s ladies and her quisling spymasters, lorecrackers and invisible inkers Crossed finger across table winkers…
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Ishtar
It’s Berlin the museum Eight gates separate the great from the dust The eighth adorned with animal faces, graced with sky hues rubies and jacinths Adjacent the golden steps of great temples There is no complacent way to tend an eternal flame The frame of the world, its high lofty domes, made them fine architects…
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Radio Interference 1943
Sefton Delmer beat Goering at his own game, watch a broadcast telephone to a cast call of regime strain His show’s conceit that he was Der Chief, since ‘33 a pureblood nazi now placing his beliefs under scrutiny Under RAF-racked roofs that need mending the people bent in to the wireless, ears lent him He…
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The Great
Death’s invisible wand doles out deaths The unscared are plainly liars, the leading lads are overtired The eyeful jets swoop over fires, my grenades will pacify us Ties that bind us severed by frustrated Alexander, knot satisfied with his lot Zeus-Thoth, longest lot drawer, west and east drawn closer His foot cloven, his mother a…
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Dead Elephants
Dead elephant flesh undrawn creaseless under ice Buried beneath Iveagh gardens Given fatal acid doses by jolly dopers, into-situation-ropers, haunting campuses with flyers Discordian opus printed at Jim Garrison’s HQ; when the president’s head blew that guy flew a few feet off the ground making his view askew He had seeds and gardened them, he…
Alchemisland 