From the viewpoint of an ex-pat Liverpudlian
I learn of the losses of fellow Scousers
--the John Lennon Airport executive who lost his legs
after the tube train at Aldgate Station exploded;
and on the number 30 bus in Tavistock Square,
the girlfriend of the Walton chap talking to him by phone
about his birthday, their plans for that evening--
--the explosion set off by the nice quiet teenager
fiddling with backpack, chap whose dad runs a chippie.
Christopher T. George
The Dogs of War
Joining the undercover operatives, the Smart Bombs,
the closed circuit videocams, wet noses at the ready,
sniff sniff sniff, a beagle seeks out a cache of Semtex
or the torso-wrap of high-grade plastic explosives
masquerading as spare tire or tourist's money belt, to nose
out the "clean skins" or young radicals, innocent
of any crime, with murderous fire in their bellies.
Christopher T. George
Friday, July 15, 2005
Lives of July 7
Posted by Christopher T. George at 9:42 AM
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