- Erotic Poetry
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The droning Hinkels in waves,
In waves the droning bombers ride
The setting sun beam, west-ward,
Bringing death and fire.
With falling night, falling death;
With darkness, murderous flame.
And I with helmet waiting,
And waiting with helmet I stand,
Cigarette smoking, exhaling.
Then comes the command:
The ack-ack guns begin now,
Replying skyward, night bound.
The ack-ack pulsing, skyward,
Skyward pulsing the ack-ack burst
Piercing the velvet blackness,
Hurling death and fire.
And still the droning planes come,
Dark death with murderous flame.
Wren’s dome is sillouetted,
Sillouetted is Wren’s dome now,
Back-lit by East End blazes.
Standing still in day break,
And the Bastard’s keep as well,
Tower ravens alight once more.
And I with helmet going,
Toward home with helmet I go,
In bed for me you’re waiting
Spreading arms and legs.
The ack-ack guns again now,
Are replying in my head.
Yes I am pulsing t’ward you,
In you pulsing I am bursting,
Piercing your velvet dampness,
Hurling love and life.
Again the droning man comes,
Little death rekindles flame.
