Glistering Great Victory

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Those who have known evacuation by the armies

Of the one right word ascended their needle-slim puncture of disaster

Crushing them and uprising them yet again

Have taxied the sun's planes and rivaled the moon's drill-bits

With an economy of blast which praises the no-word of the sky

You've got your birth and blood death and they have gotten so far

Only because eternity blazing the great one's locks and milks

Our warriors wage into peaceful exaggerations of bodily construction

Peaceful once breath stops and peaceful in afterlife starheld utopian

Unity in all pasture dung scent through rose perfume glorious there

As are waters all selfless and all when glory of agonizing

Over in-coming screamers is soft in the heavenly palm

As a brush stroke counting not only our fingers but the fingers of martyrs

And the billion slender fingers of stars that write a page of the Holy Book

You know which one where all manners are soaked

In massive age that has no weight where heaven is

Those torpedoed or those torrented and those tormented

Nothing but the fierceness of heavenly love for us

Where our women are the wages we earn crying for birth

All they can cry for the oceans and the lion blistered back

In the cradle of civilized yielding the one is holding still