Threat Poem by Andy Wood

Threat



The wheels turn
Stretching the line too thin
Burning bush sedates

Fighting for possession
War possesses US
Brings nothing but hate

White cross
Talking heads
Sucking blood from desert stones
Lying with the corpses

Turning world over
Cruel fingers squeeze dry
Squirming animals

Have a nice day
Because we're waiting for you
On the other side of midnight.

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Andy Wood

Andy Wood

Newcastle Upon Tyne
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