"Earth set sudden cups in thousands for their blood"
Wilfred Owen - 'Spring Offensive'
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A wedding party blasted from above:
America leans over and peers in
for devastating of sweet gathering;
since weddings do not register, nor love
where spider eyes in space their targets glean
cold calculations of a program's glitch,
passed to meat-men who do not dare a hitch
to inquire what the clustered beings mean.
Hit hard! Ask questions later:- 'Why me? Why
my love, my family, my friends?' Again
and again we hear collateral roll.
Forgive me, dear, a moment, while I cry;
for none has slowed this count of lovers slain.
Obama you've forever lost your soul.
YOU ARE READING
Greenclad.
PoetryIvy-jacketed, December oaks on road-borders shock their stark gestures at us now, through sun and sleet, that January will yawn at and February, propping eyelids, will desperately ignore, longing for blossom; and making do with the least of anything...
