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the cloud of abyss
The Cloud of Abyss
It was a perfect day, cobalt sky and azure, glittering sea
when the stygian clouds from the east came
the lord of war had spat phlegm, spraying us with horror
Inside this monstrosity, body parts, the headless were
flying by, the noise was unearthly, and my little dog sought
shelter under my coat I had bought in Hamburg
When the clouds had passed, I saw a landscape
devastated as Ypres in the great war, where millions had died for nothing
My dog was limp and had stopped breathing, I blew her, back to life
and it the terrible thunder of the sky
we heard nothing, not even the stillness
The master of war visited us, the peace we enjoyed had lasted too long, it was time
for bloodletting the revenge of Sandwellers
Copyright ©
Jan Hansen
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