LINE OF SIGHT
you are
missing my poem
it is
not
in your line
of sight
and dumb ordinance
not guided
no matter how
much you drop,
you fire
not
a single hit
and, to labour
the point,
furthermore,
this is not
the terrain for
attac
at high speed
all
turret
and tracks
and so
always begging
to differ
I feel I must ask
who has the firepower
here mustered
to put a dent
in the word, the living
word
surgically, single shot,
put that light
out
in an instant
make
a confirmed kill
for once
in this rubble
over and above
all that is wholesale
decayed, false flag
lying
through its teeth
not
best
for rebuttal
this ricochet from the truth