Remanded in quicksand
South are men at arms caressing M 60 machine guns
North is a contingent, hand-ling napalm bombs
East…east lie 23 armored tanks
West, masked and bearing the semblance of space men
Stand 10 pongos, ready for biological warfare
The airspace dinging with battle planes
Extremely pregnant and ready to bear ballistic missiles
“Consume her thoroughly!” orders the Generalissimo
“Leave nothing but vapeeeouurrr”
Surrounded, lacking a point of exit
The sand swallowing her knees greedily
Insatiable and wet
The southern aims
The northern prepares to swing and sling
The eastern bears in with the migraine rumble
Of its metallic monsters, shaking the theater of war
Provoking the sand to consume her bosom
The western unplugs 2000ml chemical flasks
And the pregnant planes go into labor
There then, she sinks into irrelevance
Her shoulders already enveloped in blanket heavy wetness
At the center of enemy territory
A single cadet lost to my battalion
Dying without penitence and absolution
A victim of the best arms
Yet, lo behold!
Her last sight is the Phantom Knight
Breathing fire, spitting sulfuric bombs
Riding to her deliverance
He pulls her by her groping strands of hair
And cultivates a sulfuric kiss of life upon her still lips
His embrace? Might it be safer?
Might it really?
Violencia? Answer me!
Linda Musita© 2010
South are men at arms caressing M 60 machine guns
North is a contingent, hand-ling napalm bombs
East…east lie 23 armored tanks
West, masked and bearing the semblance of space men
Stand 10 pongos, ready for biological warfare
The airspace dinging with battle planes
Extremely pregnant and ready to bear ballistic missiles
“Consume her thoroughly!” orders the Generalissimo
“Leave nothing but vapeeeouurrr”
Surrounded, lacking a point of exit
The sand swallowing her knees greedily
Insatiable and wet
The southern aims
The northern prepares to swing and sling
The eastern bears in with the migraine rumble
Of its metallic monsters, shaking the theater of war
Provoking the sand to consume her bosom
The western unplugs 2000ml chemical flasks
And the pregnant planes go into labor
There then, she sinks into irrelevance
Her shoulders already enveloped in blanket heavy wetness
At the center of enemy territory
A single cadet lost to my battalion
Dying without penitence and absolution
A victim of the best arms
Yet, lo behold!
Her last sight is the Phantom Knight
Breathing fire, spitting sulfuric bombs
Riding to her deliverance
He pulls her by her groping strands of hair
And cultivates a sulfuric kiss of life upon her still lips
His embrace? Might it be safer?
Might it really?
Violencia? Answer me!
Linda Musita© 2010
Note: There are battles that I never fight e.g battles with pathetic women for/over a man. There are wars that I ignore and cover with blankets e.g wars with my siblings. Legal battles, however, I love to fight hi hi hi.The civil kind that earn me money whether or not I have registered my copyright.
A+ stuff as usual. This one I like, prepare for one of these legal battles you say you like so much...
ReplyDeleteThanks:) Now why would you want me to drag you through a Kenyan court? You know how they are...unless you want a 'playing hard to get' alternative dispute resolution type of legal battle?*wink*
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