Gods of neon

Neon tyrants rule
uncontested across the darkness
of the modern killing ground.
Commands issue large
from hills and platforms
high above the battle zone.

Left flank blown to hell
in repelling fire,
tyres shredded.
Another late bloomer
deadheaded. Veer away, obey.
Yellow. War-paint of the high command.

Aware boys and girls
this is your Dunkirk.
enemies unseen lurk
in errors made. Be afraid.
Don’t turn against the tide.

They hide waiting,
snipers with tracking guns.
They serve the gods of
glowing neon.
OBEY    the ancient signs
their way, is the road home.

~ Dave Kavanagh

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s