Florence Returns

There will be bullets &
munitions exchanged
across destabled lines
of sandbags [see sags
in tired watcher eyes] –
As
diesel fumes putt-putt
acrid smoke they note
tank-numberings by a
count of exhaust pipes
& satellite shots from a
Yank spy –
See a Crimea
battle of excess spew –
See through histories –
Girls will no more be a
number –
triggerings equal each
sex –
as men in fake palaces
distil East & West acts
of faith –
God will not take a side
as they both pray to his
split self – Spat blood’ll
spill again over lines of
ownership –
Auld men dread lives &
ageing – God is a dead
guy –
Ukrainian girls’ll
shoot all Russians sent
[a new need for nurses]