His missile silos spread like seed
on map-like flower beds
of hardened clay traversed by snakes
that leave deep magma clefts.
His amplified, explosive laugh
prompts pitchfork-rains of death
while rattled human-humus clouds
bring war-time buds to head.
Duane J Jackson is a freelance writer and poet from Kolkata, India. While he is not writing, he enjoys listening to rock and folk music, reading fiction and watching documentaries. His poems have been published and/ or are forthcoming in issues of Danse Macabre, The Scrambler and The Gloom Cupboard.