Air Raid
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Laurence Overmire
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During the night
Dark, cold night
The sirens sounding the alarm
From a continent, invading
An island
Blitzkrieg
An unexploded bomb
Inside the head
The insistent Teutonic rite of
Manhood, Fatherdom
Fingers tremble to defuse
The arrogant nick of
Ticking ego
Just below the surface of a
Metal-hulled hole of
Death.
~ Laurence Overmire
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