On Hearing of a Bomb-Factory under New Management.

by Aidan Andrew Dun

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And the hell-mouth
vomiting iron birds
gun-metal wings
shadowing continents
beaks gripping numbered
capsules of yellow gas
claws gripping red on
great steel members
aimed to ejaculate
death-clouds of anti-life
widened, as an upright ray
shone through a coal-black
mountainous cloud
widened, and spat out
a coloured horse
followed by a gypsy-
painted wheel
a red-and-blue
roundabout

And smiled.






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