sour pudding spills on spotted dick blitz
families dance to lead balloons singing
bawl out, awed by bullet ballerinas
igniting front rows, canary girl plumes
neighbours hopscotch over tortoise shell mines
shelter-skelter back to nuclear homes
an onion sack haul in union jack flag
rolls down rooftops in cannon overture
schoolyard brats take flak in ratatat spat
jarheads catch blast, the crumbles red-candid
ground pink splats of palm grenade granitas
fingers poised to pop mushroom warhead puss
medal armored men singsong of the end:
Playtime's long over—now go get your guns.
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cloud crystallography
PoesiaOr how the constraints of structure can liberate expression.