Precision-Guided Munitions - - Fourteen Second Flight to Dispossession
by Jeffrey C. Alfier
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Climaxing the solicitude of near-term victory
we spawn fatherless, children of the mourning ashes
to beg the phantasms of a killing distance.
Unconscionable symbiosis of our
children's games and airmen's laser fuzes:
the faceless name of terminal guidance.
Yet we think that God is impressed
by the heartless protractions,
we set in the heavens
'twixt the breathless quick
and unwhite dead,
in the wars
without
tears.
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