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Throwing dice at the bomb as it descends

will not decide the outcome of your body blown

apart by which action, yours or the bombadier's:

drone missiles fly contraire, unmanned for the sake

of purity, not marred by the sordid human hand

wiping grease blood feces off its digits.  The muddied

moment passes and we move reinspired by

this vision of non-involvement, virginal

again from the crime that mercifully excludes us;

and therefore we leave it to the computer

to choose those targets whose distance ensures
[our disinterest, its infant consequence

declares those boys' volleys of war a game
because as always the enemy's to blame:
the error inherent is theirs not ours to seek/shirk/see]

or repent since its intent was innocence:
pray for the prank forgiveness[indulgence] of childhood, each strike
/thank the prank-indulgence of childhood, each strike
unbloodied/left harmless by your armless mother's wince.
made harmless/turned harmless/ poured harmless
/
or repent since its intent was innocence
thanks to the prank-indulgence of childhood, each strike
shrived harmless by your armless mother's 
wince, your father's perihelion apogee/trajectory.

/thanks to the pranks of childhood, each harmless strike
unbloodied by your armless mother's wince.

/thanks to the pranks of childhood, each stab or strike
stays harmless as your mother's armless wince.

[thanks to the pranks they forgave in childhood
when each stab or strike stood for bad or good
depending on adult indulgence, punishment pain ????]


/
[no taint is what our semaphore quests for

and therefore we leave it to the computer
to choose those targets whose distance ensures

our disinterest intent, each infant consequence
prank forgiven by your armored mother's wince.

[pray for the indulgence of childhood, each prank
forgiven by your armless mother's wince.]

[repent since/because innocence was this war's intent:
pray for the pure indulgence/forgiveness of childhood, each prank
forgiven/unbloodied by your armless mother's wince.]

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Where the alley ends is always cast in shade

or simply too far away to be visible

so that is where the usual honorcade

parade has proceeded sure to disshovel

its heroes dumped as clumps of statuary

far past the garbage cans and armored dust

rained down each day's disdainful parody

as confetti junk thrown out from the thrust

of our palace tenements' wasteward sight

that shows for shame scoreboard teams of champions

hailed with all our collective love alight

along streets still streamering more war-wins.

Made trash the gods must stay there safe to hide;
only that pit supports their pedestals' pride.

/
Made trash the gods here stay safe in secret;
this pit is where their pedestals are set.
/

of our minds and tenements, waste-ward sight

from shame's time the hinder/shambling/scoreboard host of champions
/that shows for shame the scoreboard host/team/roll of champions

we hailed once, our collective love alight

along the streets streamering more war-wins.

Some victory is kept hid back there, secret

[It is our truth/victory kept hid back there, secret

in its pit, thumbs akimbo, games/its terms forgot/ we forget.  /regret[  pedestal-set.

[What victory is kept hid back there, secret;
that pit is where its pedestals are set.]

in its pit, thumbs akimbo, pedestal-set.
or pit, thumbs akimbo, on its pedestal set.]

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