Selection Box Poem by john coldwell

It started with a flowerpot,
Moon Dust and an Oriental Star,
But then I saw a Bunker Shot,
Behind the smoke, all smouldering hot,
A Shock Wave Storm, a Loud Gunshot.
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O light the Fire in the Sky!
Hydrogen Hailstorm colours, fly!
And sound the Sonic Horn.

More ominous now becomes the night,
Lucifer’s Laughter, Devils Howl,
Wild Dragon cries, and Phantom Fright,
Magnetic Storms, intensely bright,
Shells Bursts making all as broad daylight.

O Heavy Bomber do your work,
In Volcanic Madness’s molton murk,
And join the Desert Strike.

Throat that screams the Demon’s Thirst,
Plasma Power’s grand Powder plot.
The Tectonic Terror may do it’s worst,
Those Gates of Hell, Inferno curst,
And quietly now a Palm Tree bursts.

O loose the Mighty Atomiser!
Unchain the straining Night Invader!
And sound the Sonic Horn.

Fear all, now, the Terminator!
Howling Hellfires chilling thrill!
Mega Blast and Widow Maker,
Barrage Blitz, the Pavement Quaker,
Screaming Cyborg, Planet Breaker,

Now, at last, the Final Countdown,
Cosmic Chaos is the outcome,
On Oblivion’s Birthday born.

Falling stars and vapours swirling,
Sear the nostrils of the crowd.
Acrid smells and paper burning,
Ringing ears for silence yearning,
Eyes that dread the sight of morning

For now, the embers smoulder on,
But with all the fireworks gone,
We await the foggy dawn.