Tag: war
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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…
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World-Smashing Rockets
Thor’s Hammer Mjolnir wielded, shaken like a gargling baby’s gargantuan rattle Two on night watch, dire sentries crotch-grabbing and watch-watching, hawk-gozzing Camera-bellied spyplanes like agile goshawks somersaulting above a shell-assaulted salient Alien in aspect replete with asphyxiating atmosphere and fearful androids Powerful as Greek androgynes the war machines, interfering at genetic levels netting the prizes…
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Battle Knackered
Cattle cattle cattle Years of battle A decade waging a pro-war campaign, sabre-rattling zealots at last touch down on the frontline Meeting the chain death of rises lipped by gatlings Skulls in a line, as would dot tribal idols’ feet Slumped dead along ratlines east of the Seine, rivalling rubbish for scent Spent shell wreckage…
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