The Spartans Of All Speed - Poem by Lee Gelis
One is passing here
The other coming near.
They are training, not complaining
Fire fixed upon a fear.
Working hard against the light, trying not to see the night
Saying here, here, here, here, here.
They are grouped into a line, only one and then the nine.
One is talking loud
The other walking proud.
Then the leaders shake, and the senses start to wake
Then it swells, and impels
That morale is high and well
And the machines start to scream
Yelling here, here, here.
Fireworks and crashes, then one slips into the ashes
Scooping low to get the bomb, while the eyes begin to calm
Flying high into an arc, soon circling like a shark.
Distant here, here, here, here, heres.
A shot comes from the right
A shrieking furied clear
And the dangerous delighted start to rear.
Before they were just honing, and now they are but droning
As the terrifying timer commandeers
Hearing here, here, here, here, here.
Then they strangle and they mangle
And the failing begin wailing
Tearing here, here, here, here, here
Fire fixed upon a fear
Oh the horror is now near
And the Spartans of all speed are saying here.
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