1.

The case for flying fire
The case for making thunder

                                     unrestrained, it drops
as a gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath,
Safwan Hill, swabs the river and canal there.
A new name covers it: mark there,
oil displaced by kerosene is 'no great way
'but the generals love it. It has a big psychological effect
a history of pity and the smell of victory
flashes burning the breathed into the breather,
a child at cross-purposes heading the other way
in shredded lettuce, dressed sort of uh aioli.

Fire plays on the mind, as if its form depends
on imagining the toxic effects that breach nature's
Genevan protocols, to depend on its toxicity, to cause
                                       through chemical action
                             temporary or permanent harm
                      humans or animals
the wrong hands ablaze the humans come
to an animal end in snuff shots too tough
for prime time if not walking on
real estate. But the stocks had already fallen

anyway, from my eyes, in the extraordinary enclaves of Cuba,
cremated at Rocketdyne, or donated
to the kilns by Fallbrook.
The potential for recombination is sublime,
too hard to legislate the patent
resourcefulness of medical doctors:
we can always remediate their sticky ends,
work through the scars in the parchment
with its Leagueish will to contain fire and harm...
              'designing to attack persons with fire,
              'not to give light or to be luminous
              'or to lighteth every man that cometh into the world,
              'or to walk as children of light, to profit by that

Light is everything, is the opposite of fat, is relish
without coping

Law promethean, expectation
bound not binding.

2.

Are law's best or worst meanings concealed
in wood, barbed, poisoned, the points blazing with fire?
My paper is bogus - no pre-nup is airtight,
and its mark holds you in confusion as its proof-weight
of harmlessness.  The wicked speak clearly,
broad-faced the court of appeals, so is obscurity
a moral option now? Danger
burns up the outside, and in no wind
fire can sucks in and up from tenements like a stove-pipe
build to the power of a hurricane to pluck
pedestrians from their circuits redecorating
the communal stairwells in double grey.
From the echelon it is hard to see a raged city plan.

So what is 'too murderous' to the lateral council
anyway to use incendiary agents
against targets requiring their use,
you asked for it, I am not violative
of law, the law of land
warfare, we are just delegates to a different conference
tongue slower than bullets.

The coward strikes a bald head,
and a tyrant ages flying hair with charcoal;
the ambassador without portfolio sits down, says “I am thine”,
links his fortunes by watered recrimination to the attaché
opening up new causeways through the interior.
Danger gets the crystal mark for official clarity,
the truth a category of prisoners asleep, naked,
spectating, broken, afflicted and grievous, in fear or flight...

But for the apocalypse they give us the freedom
of information act, and for 2d five sparrows: that nothing
concealed will not be revealed, filmy nothings
said in the darkness heard in the light,
whispers in doorways proclaimed on the ridgepole.
As Liam Fox's explanation it is a brutal weapon,
                                           but we need to remember
                                       that we were talking
                                            about some pretty brutal insurgents.
A sheen of bolt truth lies boldly over the details,
two categories of happening, both of which make me afraid.
These are the gradations of obscurity in public discourse,
our work the endometrium that binds the naked surface
to a dark displaced richness of fact
which may or may not sustain the future.

3.

Believing persecution is greater than slaughter,
that it builds the organisation in the long run
you'll never make in that slip and trainers:
these are people, hoping they might evolve to be more
than numbers.  Inmates.  Waging asymmetrical war
in their jumpsuits   might dream of the fire
they're in as an airfield
in Bagram, we just can't know for certain
what intentions in their rat hearts
their sports drinks.

Like they told us rules of our engagement with the dunes:

1. feed the people poisoned rice and water for the gods;
2. lie concealed in a hole bored into the body of an idol
   after eating sacramental food and setting up an altar;
3. lie in a secret hole in a wall;
4. lie in a hole made in the body of an idol in an underground chamber;
5. hide fiery spies in a tunnel, or inside a secret wall;
6. confront them at night and run down the side;
7. loosen the fastening of a machine to fall on them;
8. set fire to their rooms smeared with poisons and explosives, or made of lac;
9. slay them in pleasure parks and places of recreation;
10. get out disguised as a heretic with his retinue;
11. get out disguised as a woman following a corpse;
12. get carried off by spies as a corpse.  Women
13. may throw a snake, or poison, or fire or poisonous smoke
    over his sleeping person. Women
14. having access to the enemy's harem, may, when opportunities occur,
    do to the enemy whatever is found possible on the occasion,
    and then get out unknown.

4.

The secrets of lightning are angels',
force and friction, so struck its shareholders
anyone leaking into the marketplace
a weapon is naturally private, reticence
'a tradition of the chemical industry the compound
is not an open field for those it changes.
Constantine Porphyrogenitus reserves his rights 'nor red
'from Europe's old dynastic slaughter-house
is the stinking log-cabin of proprietary curiosity:
phantasm of ritual illuminates mouths of cows and sheep,
a new order of knowledge is here in democratic
like an ethnographer violated in a Parisian abattoir.
The structures of purity for meat replicate themselves
even at the terminal canteen, you, there, and on the cheap
flight you take to get there.

5.

We consist in a fantasy of proportionality.
So our architecture narrows to a single point.
He may do nothing but by love's leave.