Shipwrecked Sediments
Eighty years after it sank, a World War 2 warship is still polluting the local ecosystem.
War
A Blemish in Our Atmosphere
Between the curves where space and sky entwine, The air is stripped by violent, solar flow; A savagery inherently benign, When matched with what arises
The Spoils of Peace
As echoes of past conflicts start to fade, The dissipating fog lays bare what’s planned; Whilst treaties dance upon a blunted blade, With bloodied fist
The Machine Gun
Hiram Maxim was born in Maine, Embarking down a path which that Gave us a gun that bore his name, Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat. The British
Destroyer of Worlds
A letter from a German god, Did bring new players to the game; Their moral thoughts we now think odd, And nothing now would be