Tag: war
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Chronicles of the Dusk Ages IV – Last Charge of the Ferrathian Glyders
They told no one their name that was not of their tribe It was I who slyly bribed their scribe, he saw I was not a rival but a learned man He could not speak it but took pen in hand and wrote it there on the animal-candied margin banding his annals Ferrathians of the…
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World on the March
From the vantage of a top window I watch khaki ants vanish Factions action bound make passage Leaving in jolly batches, in patchwork and motley Returning in patch and blood-blotted bandage Hand in hand the gas damaged living in the land of Nod Distant action A sense of traction, of freefall Inked names suffer no…
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CRUSADE
Hephaestus of the lean-to, the villages hammydown armours seen to As if they were Pope’s robes purple as peacock’s tail fanned like a winning hand to mock the downy cygnets, parading that office He mends lockets, shoes oxen, builds strongboxes, tests locks, ensures a sword’ll knock through an enemy’s props and drop him He beats…
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‘Namage
Flicking through LP liner notes on a beanbag chair, pushing back thick vines of grease-plaited hair Imagines his drafted friends laughing, thinking him daft and soft, no chance he’d have survived there. His headphones are like a chopper pilot’s, two leather danishes bunning his face His hands, fortunately bloodless as Pilate’s, tap the record’s sleeve…
Alchemisland 