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Year of Fire
There is Allah
Around him
They wait
The music is cold thru vents
A darkness in the landscape
Says it is evening
A glassine sheen
In the powder blue
Wavers for the figurehead
He is automata, he is mannequin
He is turbined in red silk
It is stone quiet now
Luminous is the desert
As bombers saraband
As airliners twirl
Through hot-exhaust checkmarks
Death stands alone
Here is Jesus
Armed to the teeth
Grins feverishly
You are chosen
Come here little one
His tattoos spell the picture
The scythe she sings
an Apache song
Glowing eyes of green
She can see your blood
And Death, he shades the door
as they tango in the dark
The Earth but a memory
As plumes rise
Smokey flesh on the spit
Tendrils wrap the towers
Aluminum skeletons
Sing silent songs
Of promised aggression
Great is he
They chant
Great is he
They chant
They dont know this
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