Precision-Guided Munitions - - Fourteen Second Flight to Dispossession
by Jeffrey C. Alfier

    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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