This is a short piece I wrote after seeing a TV programme about the first of the Bali bombings. I wondered what on earth could drive a person to be a suicide bomber and how they would feel about it. So this happened.
Bomb
A blinding rage; an all-consuming flame,
This burning passion that
Devours my reason and my intellect –
It pulses in my blood and stretches
Through my body, so that
My tendons become wires, and
My bones become a fuse,
While my heart ticks down the seconds
And my sweat has turned to ice –
A sublime taste of fear and
Fervour on my lips
As my life explodes
Into a million pieces.
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