Waves of glowin metal
rise like a convoy
to the ripped dark by bellows
of sacrificial sirens
With self-abnegation
of nitwit rabid hounds
they go to root out
shadows in the night
The majestic mushroom-clouds
of the blasts raise
strange towers
lost cores of
faded buildings' frames.
His pains are nothing before the distruction hate
His voice doesn't compete against overk**in' noice
There isn't human trace
in this apocalypse
There isn't human face,
Bagdad, singin' in the raid
There isn't human face,
Bagdad, singin' in the raid,
then a car slinks
like the dashin' insect to the lair
The morrow the shaken Earth
will already have drank
his blood remains.