Under Weight mobile iron and renegade
In balance of a rebalanced burning pyre
I noted angst Of a Childhood separated
And timed out by a mako noting that we all whale.
in the return of residual anger of a fumigated
nests of debased sin lies and rules
By using syllables Stuffed with nonsense
Programming Prosthetic limbs and stop blaming imagery
Of skulls Found Present in graves of Stone Age after dark.
As you whipped me and I whipped you
And we swore on spitfires and bloody hands
no war For ten languages and a century.
Instrumental deterants that will be used
As I drink to the wait of the bar and lift
To reveal the self harm of beliving in
The makers and forgetting the target
The broken bones of centurion red.
To spin it again in parks and comic booked trees.
Swallows nesting in pans of a blacken out kettle.
Of a cast neither can afford.
As you whipped me and I whipped you
And we swore on spitfires and bloody hands
no war For ten languages and a century.
a cast that neither can afford.
