In Praise of Factories
Your aircraft, your warship, hurls you at daffodil daylight
in your camouflage war machine, you cause a blight
staring at barren charcoal wastelands as they caress
your smooth pink brain, not yet hardwired for stress
I see a faintly glowing resemblance between us
you are molded in my shadowed image, a broken bridge’s truss
mutated to hunt in heaven, black-winged creatures will
in addition to factory-printed neon guns, be fated to kill
your submarine taking war into forested places it doesn’t belong
places that should be left pure and periwinkle-varnished
uncared for, in oak shambles, but no less holding strong
sphinxes of black quartz keep eternal gaze
their silent midnight vigil, bearing technology primed for darker days
prepared for fiery defenses that make a man tarnished
we stand our ground, fighting electric blue hellhounds
go, soldier, run! Dark storms cannot hold us down!
our damaged vessel makes a hasty retreat against grey seas
we’ve weathered worse, marched home smelling a bloodier breeze
we return fruitless, with nothing gold we gained
we must remember peace, not this bright red pain
we crave something pale and sweet, someone to make it right
hardwired for bloody battles, reluctantly made to fight
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