draft/worksheets of unfinished poem

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VISITED UPON

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 shame 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

or repent since its intent was innocence
aloft with the javelins of desire, that devastation  
visited upon the son's own weapons grown

scattergun shattering some backyard calm, saved
thanks to the prank-indulgence of childhood, each strike
shrived blameless by your aimless mother's 

wince, you know each target will forget this crime
the way you too have all but blanked out home;
forgive this day your father's arm its harm.

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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
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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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