they came down the street
to the wailing child & the
flashing lights, the hospital
shrugging the curb, a pile
of steel & cinders & dust
& the sky a ragged wound
beneath the screaming
jets & the mothers round
with agony & meanwhile
the madman in his bunker
shoves tin soldiers across
the table demanding the
map play by his rules


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