[ On Poetry ] Drone Strike 4 ( Anaphylactic Shock Troopers )

 
write
  
       WRITE  
 
write  
 
till stories are telling no more          
with your cramping ink-dipped stingers          
leaving blood swash over every door;          
weaving traffic patterns of chaos -          
no time for bereaving bodies            
on the floor piling up          
swelling in Poetry's wake          
         
For Christ's sake          
         
Flank left, flank right!          
Take them out!          
It's now or never          
         
WRITE!