Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "U.X.B.".....(Unexploded Bomb)
(dedicato: Dave Wood: Yorkshire-man.)
No body is MISSING, the GREAT WAR or World WAR 2? And No-one's kissin IN THE BLITZ, that can't get along without U, some folks say? The UNKNOWN SOLDIER, some of us survived, leastways in Spirit?
No-one LOVES U; don't mean a thing; there's no FLAK (1940.England), SPITFIRES over head?-gonna share my beer and bread, most People do? ...There's just that righteous COOL plus family & Survival, that "collective Soul"... in the UNDERGROUND/Subway: "The Battle of Britain"...?
No body's LOST, nobody UN-found, no body RE-discovered, no-body, UN-constantly ADOPTED where I didn't see the BEAUTY in their eyes,, Victim or Killer? Except - Who cries for the Angels!? - for the UN-exploded BOMB the U.X.B....in my back yard?
Nobody, a good game of RUGBY - some kicked me in the crutch, nobody, I kicked and yellin', made a "Balloo!"; Nobody didn't fail to give me a "Fair-Play"....in AMERICA.? Or Yorkshire, too?
Honour in the Ruins? Poetry amongst Bombs? In a World of Propaganda? What do U become? JAM TARTS! STARCH!... Moms, Grand-MUMS run a round like HEADLESS CHICKENS trying to "make sense" of MANS INSANITY.....and feed the kids whilst the FASCISTS (theirs and OURS) decide who collects our TAXES?....
Whilst WE...and the U.X.B. sometimes explode?...
c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacca, Sicily.
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