For Whom The Hammer Tolls

Dreaming of a hammer

A slow arc of deadly intent

A shaper of metal

The clang of contact

On a wrought iron anvil

That resonates threat

The white-hot sparks

From the red-hot ingot

As it succumbs

Weighing its power

In the palm of your hand

With a smack of skin

Its dull grey mass

Balanced perfectly

On a sha...

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Death May Be The King Of Terrors

Each brush stroke of a word painter

Smeared bloody crimson red

Seen through eyes that recognise

The things that can’t be touched

Behind accumulated layers of gore

Where shadows are the surface

What is felt is hidden behind

What is seen 

So your mind fills in the gaps

gives corporeality to the phantom

even as the scalpel ni...

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Raising The Standards (With Banners Held High)

You said that you wanted a land fit for heroes,

a place to call home that they’d show off with pride

but somewhere along the way you forgot

the reasons they fought and the reasons they died.

They thought they were fighting for honour and justice,

suppressing the tyrants and saving our land -

but returned to a country tha...

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