Monday, May 06, 2019

May 6, 2019

Now the war
Comes among us
Like a rusty
Chain. Ships
In the Gulf, bombers
Fueled and ready to go.
For all the bluff
Bustle, and deployment
We mean to
Shake the Persian
World for they have
Bombs like us
That could ruin
A continent. Then,
There’s the addiction
To oil. Someone out there
Has conquered this
Technology. But who?
Atoms stray around
Asking to be chosen.
I’m gonna start
Typing stuff. Like how
It’s green and the cardinals
Are mating and there are
A few Swifts sewing long
Parabolas against the sky.

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