Sugar Bullets
The counter fire flanks us.
I'm exploding again.
My comrades lay in heaps
dead like chicken soup.
Scorched Earth.
The Saxon shore becomes a killing field.
No Danish axes this time;
armored cars and bullets.
Grinning sculls
I want to be buried
in the sea.
"Let's try to make it a pyrrhic victory, shall we," the officer calls.
The phalanx is blown to pieces,
and the contents of my officer’s corpse open up before me.
I can't hear screams;
machine gun besides me use up the sound room.
"Retreating," what a joke. The reminders are screaming
for unconditional.
No one left to bury.
A rocket blows me away and
that's it.
I close my eyes and find peace; dragon's teeth.
For a day.
Dusting my broom while Carnaby Street
change coat.
Flagging a train for cheap drinks,
the spoonful of sugar is
balling jack while monkey man
is rolling.
I'm exploding again.
My comrades lay in heaps
dead like chicken soup.
Scorched Earth.
The Saxon shore becomes a killing field.
No Danish axes this time;
armored cars and bullets.
Grinning sculls
I want to be buried
in the sea.
"Let's try to make it a pyrrhic victory, shall we," the officer calls.
The phalanx is blown to pieces,
and the contents of my officer’s corpse open up before me.
I can't hear screams;
machine gun besides me use up the sound room.
"Retreating," what a joke. The reminders are screaming
for unconditional.
No one left to bury.
A rocket blows me away and
that's it.
I close my eyes and find peace; dragon's teeth.
For a day.
Dusting my broom while Carnaby Street
change coat.
Flagging a train for cheap drinks,
the spoonful of sugar is
balling jack while monkey man
is rolling.
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