September 16, 2019Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Uncategorized Leave a comment WAR DEAD He declared war through e-mail and waged it sinfully against those who would doubt his effectiveness at knowing who to blame when the time came to struggle back to mainland for drinking water and sure, he knew it to be true that all those without tankards would serve the light for they all had long hands for the use of feeding themselves food and grog and not the right of all to be able to make it solacely to their Maker. It was war and that made all the work of ages seem like the stones from the missing land called Afrique de Sud where the chamber of all the tyrants was being prepared for hunger games about their withal and they are back to school now as they try and adjust to their useful times in Britain. War is agony of spirit and not only that it takes man and opens deals with God about which they know only that they are really trying to stop one of the calls for goal when all the ready made algebra are being used to make it into the one and only place called the real and the rater. COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2019 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...