From the warmstones that circle
The dying dreamtime fire
Rises a ghostdance drone.
Fast falling sun is a scalped skull
On a medicine horizon pyre.
This is the Eve of Retribution;
Tomahawk, drum and lance-chant zone –
Vendetta’s insistent dark-whisper tools,
Revenge’s twisted-logic shadow rules …
And … escalation echoes travel swift
Between dog-fox scout and
Sabre-blue troopers:
Each and every one:
Today’s-war fools.
20/3/2013
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