essay: #080: jesus built my hotrod

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First they lowered the flags.
Half-mast.
For a rail disaster.
And then.
Came the floods.
Jesus built my hotrod.
God bless him.

Co-ordinated attacks.
In heart of London.
Scotland, too.
One disabled.
Another, not so lucky.

“THE DAY TERRORISM RETURNED TO LONDON.”
Headlines, next day.
Gas canisters, petrol and nails:
“A lethal combination...”
A new Prime Minister takes office.
As Blair sets sail.
Into the sunset of global peacekeeping.

Digital love.
Meanwhile,
Becomes my avatar.
Broadcast Adventures.
Nightly.
Of loved ones.
Near and far.

Breathless, again.
Carpe diem.
Sweet, sweet humanity.

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