here, outside the demilitarised zone… watch the falling-blistered girls die alone… closed checkpoint birth sequence… frozen eye infinity gaze… vacant broken women… hounded tombs of sodomised sin… temporary male-wreck salvation… intermittent seed-excavation… neon-sexed lipsticked radiation…
fields of fire engulfed in meaningless pillage… spent artillery, rocket fire, undusted mirrors… here little girls are the tomb, womb; ecstasy-pillars… ‘get them!’ shriek the dirty boys… wild boys, idiot boys… they make cold catacombs warm and wet… they won’t let the metal weeds forget…
beyond rotting carcass scattered far… whoring their way out of heaven… watch how the women open and fall… sucking death-licked number ‘six six seven’ against the ivy-coated nuclear wall… advising the householder on protection… battleground, burial ground, self-harm; terror and oppression…
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