Tag: war
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Ayindreaming Death
Late night, Satan’s time Larks latent, awaiting dawnsaying Creatures cosy in lairs Tossing turning, placeless noises weeping vixen Faceless, hinted vision opened window Chair scraping like chary stray kitten across kitchen floor when no one else is in, summoning nodules along my skin. Settling down Weeded of glamours, freed havocs Hammers falling on sky as…
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WOLF LUCK
Bloodlust of a famished wolfpack Attacking reckless ruthless abandon Flesh abandons bone Floundering in blood which fountains out of the shot through Flowering of lead-showered shoots Tendons like pink vinculum in a camp kid’s sum book Back to fang, rock, ape rage, tech stone age.
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Bombs in Billets
Mr Burke from Battersea has an early start Up with larks, ensuring binmen do their jobs If you spy him circuiting the park he is warden of, and try stalking past him He will shout as if you had not seen him and were keen to stop and talk He bellows about battle Overseas retreats…
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Propaganda Prior to Actium
Octavian the reverenced, not yet August Hush descends when he ascends the eagle pulpit, eagle blood pumping Dilating pupils highlighting pool blue eyes, perfumes lies: “Octavia sports roots Roman as Remus Her blood follows regal routes teeming with Romulean energy Her ancestors all conquerors whom fettered Gauls with palsy-blue tattoo coverings were brought to grovel…
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Smashed at Actium
Gold much in Egypt Gods older than the foam which drank Atlantis Arch fantasist whose phantom hand called up every flower He toward whom all followers tend eventually Ear lender whose housing lobes empathic eternal paternal tenderness At disposal every power, every rotad hour known to he Oldest When ceaseless cleansing rains started, the heart…