There are Improvised Explosive Devices
Stuffed with cocaine fuelled erections
Scattered across London’s skyscape.
Idealised landscapes of home flicker before sanded eyes
As the sun seared flesh of maimed soldiers
Lies a long way from home.
And young war veterans fly wheelchair bound
Back to Blighted - To the arms of their mothers,
And occasionally lovers,
Who stand on the tarmac
Called up for duty, Love and devotion.