War Machine
>War Machine<
It is a miracle of engineering
we patiently plan
we build
we test
step by step
piece by piece
a glorified mass of cold grey metal
decorated with tribal colours and symbols
lethality at distance
the grim reaper with
a pointed steel finger
your done
with earthly masks to hide
from enemy eyes
if hell has a family vehicle
this is it
Copyright © Robert Houlden | Year Posted 2022
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