“…..
These days
sick and void days
null and tired days
of poisoned life and murder’s reign
when I close my eyes
I am always a sniper sniping
from the window of a burnt out building
I am the last stand in the last burning building
and when at night,
in solitude and silence,
when at night my heart speaks,
my autonomous heart,
it speaks of a solo run
it speaks of a spectacular ending
it speaks of being the nucleus
the spark
the trigger
detonator
that sets off the hell
which is all that I owe
all that I own
and all that is mine
for unleashing……..”
Read rest of e-book – a poem about the US Military’s use of Shannon Airport HERE
Lordan’s Lit 