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Pray for a dragon.
Mirror steel scales. Delta winged.
Watch his VSTOL.
Hide your face. Missile Away.
NapoWriMo day 11. A tanka for Napowrimo.net. I've actually been writing a lot about wars (not poems). But I got to thinking about the impersonal nature of war. Used to be, if you wanna kill a man on a battlefield, you pretty much had to get all up in his face, watch his last breathe. Now it's all push button. I'm actually not trying to offer a critique on this, just an observation. And VSTOL stands for Vertical/Short Take-off and Landing.