the bombers go over
low as you like
over the soundboard
of the roof
the dromaders go
over
yellow as you like
full of heavy water
there's not a stain
in the sky
from here
but a smoke signal
has gone up
somewhere close
and the helitac goes
over
loud as you like
it will either
go out damp as a
squib
when the water drops
or go fierce amongst
the leaftops
the planes suddenly
weightless in the thermals
ground crew
scrambling
the arsonists
inflamed
shiver deliciously
in their boots
when the bombers go
over
hard as you like
everyone fighting
for control
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