Raising of Hell ©
Jim McRobert
Edinburgh, Scotland
2004
the bomb went off by tick and tock
a hurtling mass of sound and shock
an instant blast designed by men
exploding charge within a can
it spread its poison in a flash
rock and metals, molten splash
shredded darts of shrapnel meal
desperate dash in bursting zeal
it cut the rich, the poor, the mild
in sweeping scythe, the old, the child
on large and small it made its mark
mown like grass by blade so stark
it sought the air in vacuumed trance
raised its roof by violent dance
blacked the sky in powdered rage
to hold its place in centre stage
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