The Books and Writings of
Kurt R.A. Giambastiani

by Kurt R.A. Giambastiani

Lightning bug tracers,
Deadly lances,
Break the night,
Shattering peace,
Taking us with
Remorseless efficiency.

Trees bend beneath
Rotors' wash,
Exhaust fumes drift
On exhausted men,
Rain steams
On hot metal,
Streams redden
With our loss.

We drag the bags
Into the null space,
We send prayers
To break Heaven's ear,
We want to
Undo time,
Retrace steps,
And avoid the
Vulcan fires of war.


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