red and swollen tears tumble from her eyes while cold silver birds who came to cruise the skies send death down to bend and twist her tiny hands and then proceed to target b in keeping with their plans khaki priests of christendom interpreters of love ride a stone leviathan across a sea of blood and pound their feet into the sand of shores they ve never seen delegates from the western land to join the death machine and we send cards and letters the oxen lie beside the road their bodies baked in mud and fat flies chew out their eyes then bathe themselves in blood and super heroes fill the skies tally sheets in hand yes keeping score in times of war takes a superman the junk crawls past hidden death its cargo shakes inside and soldier children hold their breath and kill them as they hide and those who took so long to learn the subtle ways of death lie and bleed in paddy mud with questions on their breath and we send prayers and praises