See the walking dead
And the carcasses piled high
Like wood on bonfire night;
Clothes, shoes, hair and jewellery
Neatly stacked in separate heaps

Gaunt history staring us in the face

Confetti droning overhead
Gently napalming young bodies
Flesh peeling
Delta-Mekong dots on the map

Where’s Daddy?
Gone to fight the yellow man

Burning deserts erupting
Below technology-laden skies
Push-button warfare
Timed for peak viewing.

Blind killing-fields

Scorched earth, scorched body;
What’s the difference?

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