The True Adventures Of Youthly Puresome
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The Strafer
Diving down through monsoon raingunsight centered on the train
cannons firing, red tracers find
the locomotive and the cars behind
Clouds of smoke, clouds of steam
roiling up as in a dream
floating fireballs firing back
search to stop the fierce attack
Pulling up and zooming clear
jinking because the flak is near
But rolling over and coming round
to finish killing what he's found
Rending metal, burning cars
tracer bullets like flying stars
that flare and flash like little suns
the enemy engine no longer runs
Then the firing comes to an end
no more ordnance to expend
cursing now because it's done
with more to do before he's won
He beckons others who have the taste
to pick iron bones, and not to waste
the leavings of a strafer's skill
airborne vultures to the kill
Beneath the flares on another night
he knows he'll find another fight
certain to win, perhaps to lose
it's his to do, it's fate's to choose
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Sez Puresome, 16 December 1999
