All For Count Down Kill
By Jack Joseph Smith
The Vietnam War is done none to soon
As the Pentagon limousine arrives at the showroom
of GO***GO cigar girls and cocktails
Where the business man opens his belly of revenge
on the leather draw of a wallet
By building on the craze of resolute brains for hire
THE ABSOLUTE BIRD
Past he has gone where Mammon lies in the mammouth
of possibilities in the long fear arm of the absurd
On to wings of atomic accent
Drafting up-date the pre-historic to an off-slant
Giving sharp modern spread across the chest of a beast
while selling now concerns the Middle East
White tunnel of super fuel behind
......the damned demon demand
Cold sun glared flight on inner neverend
Well disciplined new Kipling Cadet
training ground creations
- from Colorado to the Sahara -
finally get to murder at the center
Quite even upon international intrigue
Over the strategic spot of a target
that could include their own
But mission must finger button push
Man to what is fragment wiped-out
off hot neuron rush......
While the pilot craves the computer
of individualized victory:
Which inacts technological mass mind superiority
Into a crack clocked timed being - being -
Cock Pit sure on the aloof tight lipped shout down
from the above
About exoneration with scientific exorcism;
the explosions of guilts below
Which floats dolphin steel
through the sucking weaves
of fast popping liquid like air pockets
rolling out for the missle like a long wave in a stream
As the metalic glow going gray is watched away from the plane
On the glaze of a Captain's eyes
Outside sockets off silver speed
Intentional celestial destruction
Fore-stands chance behind the uniformity
of vivid bombs unleashing
the chemical blaze
of good-by charred humanity
Against the sky smeared canvas
of bloody beauty
that makes Raphael at last abstract
The pre-analytical dawn
shimmering the darkness
of a kind of color film concept
free from plastics
IS FIRST past visionary sights
warriors go blind from
I can not remember lava
And war I have only known one to one
But battle lose the duelity I will not
Of how intensely insane is slaughter
Manufactured to drop on the objectivity of a dot