Axis & Allies - damowords

A Small Matter of Timing
As gunmen from the sanguine Leopold
Make contact with a fellow battleteam
For the next part of the raid to unfold
They must now strike at Mumbai’s social cream;
Security
All gunn’d down at the dawn
Such brash militancy the world has never known!
So, as I felt a movie star
Soaking up the superb views
Some Maharajah at the bar
Sparkling in his diamond shoes
My soul sensed Vishnu’s avatar
& there began to muse
On this moment’s explosive catalyst
A thousand thoughts too terribl to list!
I’d never felt alive before
Our streets now the front line
As more & more the art of war
Moves through this life of mine
First nervousness on undergrounds now gunsounds as we
dine!
The Golden Dragon
21.55
Death of a Bell‐boy
Inside the Trident Oberoi hotel
The bell‐boy stuck to his old, strict routine
Of guest & bag & lift & room & bell
That he had ground out since he was sixteen;
What was that sound,
Like cars cought in a crash
He fearing spins around to see the front doors smash
& caught a bullet in the gut
& fell like Balfour pheasant
Losing sensation in his foot
His vision deliquescent
He slowly let his eyelids shut
His heart grew hesitant
Then beat its last & as his limbs relax
His brain shuts down like wick‐flame doused in wax.
As gunfire rattled floor to floor
All the guests grew fearful
Phoning the law, bolting the door
For something horrible
Was happening in their hotel, something incredible.
Trident
22.00