|Image from egon voyd.|
24 July 2011
Rides in on Panzer tank treads,
Flattens a scorched path
Like Conan with gasoline.
Takes no heed,
Takes no prisoners,
Gives no quarter to children.
Their bodies burn like the others.
Stack them in the schoolyard.
Has a thousand blades
To cut every fleshy thing that runs.
The reckless Conquering
Burns everything it sees.
One torch for friend or foe.
Corpses like coal figurines.
Skin and bone rise up as black ash
And fall earthbound like volcanic death,
Stifles the Conquering torch
And burns in his throat.
With a last conquering breath,
He chokes his enemy into each alveolus
Just as stiff and dead as everyone else.
Theses fairly unpleasant thoughts were inspired by a couple of songs: The Battle of Nevermore (Zeppelin) and All Apologies (Nirvana). More particularly, the inspiration is from a particular line in each song. "The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath" and "choking on the ashes of our enemies." I also heard War Pigs on the radio today.