BLANK
Blankness lines the day, and its just beginning
here
but there?
The soldiers
the bombs
sweat
in fuel air
the same air
fuel breathes
thinking,
somehow lost forever
the resources drain away
and complain of flight
across borders.
Dropping food, dropping bombs
dropping shit from heaven
like lumps of frozen toilet waste
projecting
into next summer
the scum
the returning exiled king
the vacumn of democracy
17/10/01