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Sex metal zex metal zow metal zap metal - Look, George, look! Deadline, D-line, V-line, launch line. Tank metal, flame metal, bomb metal, launch metal. Bomb baby burn baby come baby scream baby Burn baby kick baby launch baby die baby .... .... and we are inadvertently monochrome, A flat road, A girl frozen, Naked, Mouth frozen, Open, Flesh frozen In the long forever of fire Which teaches us nothing. If history teaches us anything It teaches us that it teaches us nothing .... .... and I hand out the photographs of the burning flesh And we .... .... discuss .... Now a helicopter Picks up the tempo. The smell of oil, the smell of - I love the smell of - The burning smell of - Her burning smell of - Her virgin smell of - Burning hair of - Burning scream of - Zex metal sex metal zex metal sex metal Do metal come metal go metal be metal - Mate metal do metal be metal burn metal - Mating and melding with human flesh. End of poem. A flat line. A road. Paddy field on either side. The girl is still running her marathon, Frozen, Naked, Hands held away from her body, Burnt arms away from burnt body. I could document this. War is for adults, death is for children. |
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