Cross and Crescent belch fire.

Forty thousand tons. Space dust, diamond and sapphire, snips of light, collect on earth yearly. Dust breaks bread on our too dusty planet; on our twice dusty planet; on our overly dusty planet made available to wind; dust breaks down glaciers. Broken deserts from sand storms deliver dinosaur dust, highways loosen tyre dust, your home a time capsule - our earth bent dustward forsworn to decay.

A giallo antico moon framed within cratered ruins. Country turned up at the edges like a dirty postcard. Poplars, broken spars of pine, cypress. Dusty plane trees rubbed raw by abrading tanks in the market square. Two ambulances shoved aside. Kabul. The Republic of Georgia’s snowy mountains [backdrop to some desolate soccer field]. A few lean men shouldering grenade launchers pass by and grin, heading for the glacire.

‘The Breaking of Nations’ a horse cough, as history laments its own passing. What ghosts urge these riots? Memory is dead, flags and banners dissolve back into thoroughfares. The East is reliquary; bone splinter and shrapnel mixed in daily. What ghosts urge these riots? Barbarism looms in the triumph of immediacy, a final exit from the Garden of Eden, bombs bristling moments ago at cockcrow.

‘A line is taking a full-stop for a walk,’ said Klee. A straight line is the supreme act of cruelty; is intent without reprieve, ambush and final judgement; Alpha and Omega, the beginning and end, (bullet-to-victim); the scroll of credits, a squadron of lines; the banding of speech, a geology of sound; the blade tilt of horizon that bloodies a sun; is gravity compressed and a disk flung wide, is flatness departing life to nothing - spear cast on a plain at sunset.

Buildings off the crustal shelf, drop shouldered - lean to, against the sky in crazy surrealist backdrop, expressionist haze is shock amongst rubble and safety helmets spotted lamp-lit - an engine harvests an infant, luckily, dead pale but pained; dust cakes sudden caves by a broken 10th floor grounded, bedraggled beneath re-inforcing caged. Tectonic plates lock brake drums an instant on the Richter scale. Taiwan slips on the tooth of a cog.

Generalization of Old World caught in the plane’s sweep. Look up! sound makes memory after. Dragging loss is violence; O ye who suffer banishment, nourishment grounded. Dearth ’tis. Rabble is ordinary, a thing apart, the jackal at play, toying with world’s diamonds, spittle aglitter. Laughter strewn, down-compressed to mud. From whence the swing and arc, blood’s roar rose, gave 

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