jupitersterrain four

I was floored when I heard that it knocked my socks off
covert insertion of special forces
a conning tower
ballistic missile submarine
galvanized into action

from the buzzing island community Its heart and hope 

never spill over, its dread and darkness never depart

the decapitated head the shark’s mouth the barrels bursting to the surface
yanked suddenly below the ocean surface, she never returns. 

When pieces of her wash ashore, he suspects the worst

there is a turbojet propulsion at the rear and various 

hydrodynamic control fins as well as ballast tanks
the Russian Typhoon class submarines can 

work at greater depths than are 

survivable or practical for human divers

a fearless use of long shots helps convey both isolation 

for the victims and endows the shark with seemingly god-like hunting powers

decompression sickness spurting uncontrollably in the savage breakers
its natural ebb and flow of throbbing metre

the panic over Fuckushima
air raid sirens
and newly developed explosives
repeating the same mistakes between steel girders
they have no idea what they are messing with the
soaring temperatures of an essential life force

megawatts generated by the turbines
the dam burst with ferocious tenacity
tarmac miraging in the heat

the lack of transparency completely invisible
running parallel to denial

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