The Bombmaker's song

The horror of our times

The bombmaker's song

a double capped

4 inch pipe

filled with nails

and broken glass

exploding through

the night

his sign

his print

signature

the sound of his

song

echoes echoesechoesechoes

from miles away

and causes

             maximum damage

to the listener

The bombmaker's song

a crescendo of screams

and a broken hearted moon

singing sweetly crying

dying

in the echo echoechoecho

of a distorted dying dream

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes there is a certain amount of creation in destruction...but not with bombs...they hurt, maim, kill and most often innocents are the victims, not the intended targets...
there is so much violence these days that absolutely makes no sense, has no legitimate purpose.
you portray it well...it is the making of the bomb and the detonation that seems to be the thrill....no thought at all to whom it hurts.
j.

[gram linski]

thanks j. aye It seems like apocalypse rising, most of the time, and we can't find the off switch

[barleygirl]

that "echo echoechoecho" line is truly inspired & well-placed in your poem! It's weird, but I felt almost nothing as I read this. Screams have gone on in the USA (gun violence, but similar in mass terror appeal) so often (every week) & for so long (a decade) I honestly cannot process the screams anymore. I can't even remember all the shootings anymore. Remember when we used to give a s**t & memorialize the dead? No so much anymore. Your poem makes me want to escape & hide out in the wilderness until I'm so lucky as to perish from this madness (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[gram linski]

aye, you got that right, Margie, we have become comfortably numb, immune to the insane,

[lakinbob]

It's the making of innocent children into human bombs, that is the worst aspect of this horror story. In one instance, BOKO HAREM strapped a baby to a young girl they'd brainwashed into being a suicide bomber, I mean, how f*****g vile is that! And how I long to be close enough to the b******s perpetrating this evil to give them a taste of their own medicine.

[gram linski]

unfortunately their own medicine is suicide bombs so if you are close enough, you will get blown to s**t, but understand the sentiment, thanks for the read

[lakinbob]

You get close enough to the bomb makers and believe me you're as safe as houses. Last thing they'll ever do is s**t on their own doorstep, they haven't got the bollocks.

[Paul Bell]

Like it when the bomb maker makes that slight mistake and blows himself to pieces.
Like it better when the sniper blows him away.
Life is what it is I suppose and the bomb is simple destruction.

[gram linski]

aye simple destruction of random bodies and souls
who have f**k all to do with some sick fuckers idea of justice/injustice, don't give a f**k which god you believe in, none of them advocates this , thanks for the read Paul,

[R.E. Ray]

The most hideous music created by monsters. I worked for the federal government for 25 years and I was in Atlanta in 1996 during the Olympic park bombing. I can’t think of a more horrifying “song” in such times. Of course, other countries live this nightmare more frequently. You’ve captured the terrible echoes in this poem, gram.

[gram linski]

thanks, man aye sad, bad dangerous times, sounds like you have seen some bad s**t up close and personal, not sure how the human mind can cope with that kind of barbarity, it must effect you, shock waves rippling outwards tainting everything, thanks again for reading, R.E,

[Beccy]

Before the rise of communication, a particular conflict was over and done with before the news even reached far flung corners; and even when it did, it was thought of as too far away to be of much consequence.

Conflict has always been with us. It's the ugly hallmark of our species; and now of course it's instant. Fed to us as we sit watching those flickering images on the TV screen; or google the latest news about the killing fields of Syria or Myanmar; and paradoxically, in the same way as the time news used to take to reach us, made it of only passing interest; the modern day instancy has also become an anaesthetic of sorts.

I don't like what this world has become; nor do I suspect, do the overwhelming majority of right minded people. Anyway, that's enough waffling on about the problem, all we need now is the off switch. Any ideas?

Beccy.

[gram linski]

not a f*****g scooby Beccy, but we have definitely become comfortably numb, to far away horrors unless they infringe on us personally, thanks for the read

[Chris Shaw]

It amazes me to learn that you can find out how to make a bomb by looking it up on the Internet. I wonder what goes through the mind of someone intent on causing so much destruction. I ask myself if they pray for the maximum carnage to be inflicted. We live in violent times and there are plenty of warped minds out there ready to carry out these acts. 'a crescendo of screams and a broken hearted moon' describe so well the aftermath gram.

Chris

[gram linski]

Hey Chris thanks for the read, another cheery poem from the linski catalogue, aye we live in sad dark times, with f**k all light on the horizon,

[Chris Shaw]

Go light a candle. I do :)) Sometimes that's the best we can hope for. A little bit of light before the wick burns out. Talking about Burns, aren't you tanking it up tonight with the whiskey and haggis,?

[gram linski]

aye, I certainly am wae the neeps and the tatties anaw, well remembered Chris, big thing in my home town, where he lived and drank and whored for a while, lol,

[gram linski]

who knows, my great great great great granny used to be the barmaid in his local, :))

[Einstein Noodle]

sheesh .. stark in the aftermath .. i see it gram .. as you paint it ... i am hesitant to admit to it .. but as a kid we use to stuff match heads into a pipe ... devise a fuse of some type and set them off in empty fields ... i think about our world .. how easy it was for us "boys" to make such things .. how perverted it has become .. and ever so much more clever and deadly .. its the intent as the bomb maker sits singing or humming the tune ... i can not understand it ...ever ... with the exception that hearing those screams and knowing the horror ...it's the workings of people not sane ... wow .. you poem effects me sir .. well done ... taking prayers for all with me today in regards to this subject .. :(
E.

[gram linski]

Hey E, how's things, thanks for the read, aye, prayer away, for we are lost in the fog and the gloom and the boom,

[Einstein Noodle]

seems like it sometimes :( ... down yer neck buddy! tho i already tipped me pint .. i drink it to you in retro :))))))))))))))))))))))))))

[gram linski]

slange, E, thanks,

[John the Baptist]

You probably don't want to read this one just before bedtime. It could be that bombers do regard their horrors as a form of art. The last verse sums up well what this monster's awareness is like----a distorted dream. Grim, Gram.

[gram linski]

thanks, John, wish I didn't have the knowledge to write this poem,

[Coyote Poetry]

A homemade landmine. You did make in the poem. Easy to create a weapon of destruction. I liked the honest tone and the honest ending. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing words and your thoughts.
Coyote

[gram linski]

thanks for reading and reviewing, Coyote, always appreciate your views

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my dear friend.