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Book 29 Page 6
O to the height’s of killing
At tree level
the helicopter pilot searches for his human target to kill
as he tacks and hovers and fires at will
At one thousand feet
the airplane pilot cannot see a human’s face
as he drops bomb flying pasted at a hurried advantaged pace.
At one mile
the people on ground to the ‘jet pilot’ are invisible.
as the country side it lit up with bombs in a crisscross scribble.
From a height, killing and destroying is like a dreamy abstraction.
O! to the heights of killing!
© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au dominicj7@poetry.net.au Created on 12/18/00