this
used to be countryside
shapely acres of land and now it's
ground for genocide
the sheep jostle with exploding tanks
townsfolk
use our land to plan in
clean out their minds and
leave us
all their rubbish
tins and tanks
listen
to the weekend artists stumbling mumbling in their cottage country haunts running free
between the gunbursts
tins and taunts and
towns and tanks
yes this used to be countryside
shapely acres of land and
now it's
ground for genocide
the sheep drift in city waste
artists amongst tanks
Keith Armstrong
