A troop of clouds charge across the sky,
Packed with explosives
Bombs about to drop
Don't look
You'll be struck by a burst of colours
Streaks of powered blush
Custard creams and milky smoke,
Don't look up
You'll choke
On the beauty
Of moving ghosts
Wisps
Engulfing and raging
Squirming then merging
Severed and torn apart,
Don't look up
Don't look.
Don't look.
1 comment:
The imagery of war and the literal movement of clouds works really well. You get a sense of watching a battle from afar. The only danger is being disturbed by scenes of violence rather than being in mortal danger. However what you have done is invert this would be feeling into a sublime feeling. Good job!
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