Armies expanding
Sexualise
Imperial contraction
Dark force earth hum
There is still a roof there
A deep seated ceiling
Smashed glass
Manly woman in reverse
The Logic of thieves
Death null
They always kill because
Death a way of life
A culture happy
Happiness in pursuit
Not my strong point
Alas it’s a trap made of gold
Violence makes sense on that scale
Orchestrate
Contemplate a world that fights off shore
An army that is superseded by other’s
Determination to break your hold
Of your foot about their neck
X factor
Radical thought breaks chains
Normality stifles
We will bring our armies home
And die a quiet death