The Stuka Movement

By | 24 September 2002

Furious birds, functionally ugly, the Stukas
wind down out of the sky. As they descend

their sirens are rising, pre-set to concert pitch,
a deliberate, death decibal A. Lean and

bent-winged eagles, they fall on an audience
of refugees streaming off the road. The sirens

have been designed to accompany the dropping
bombs, a visual symphony to grace what

looks like, from above, sudden classical flowers
blooming in a moving, human garden.

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