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The long grass bows low, dripping with the blood of eight thousand fallen warriors My hand hovers over the boxes arranged in a line in the cupboard. Which tea do I choose? I grasp for cherry and feel confident that I have made a good decision. But possibly I have just been coerced by my own fickle imagination Swords lay exposed and ruddy against smashed shoulder plates The air smells of iron, and a thin red mist drifts across the field I have killed them all. Again In the space between the kettle and the fridge They didn't stand a chance All arranged. Mouths just thin lines of determination, of readiness for battle And I exploded them Because I willed it. Because the sugar bowl was empty Warhorses, laden with armour and flags, sat open-eyed and flared of nostril, in half and in pieces. Their guts rolling out onto the ground, like a flotsam of jellyfish Casualties of beverage craft God help the pirates I have run out of biscuits by eggmon |